Totoka River The Pig God

He really should have expected this by now.

The wraith — the creature that was his cousin — had been on his tail for days. He was half aware of it as he traversed the shore. That should have been a sign that the stone meant a lot more to the spirit than Ganon initially thought — it was more than just some interesting trinket. Or perhaps it was a trinket, and she was just angry that he had stolen from her. But he was oblivious to either fact, just angry that she kept at him, following him.

And now attacking him. 

The stone was in his mouth at the time when she struck. He tightened his grip on the rock, determined to hold onto his prize as long as possible. He was much, much larger and sturdier than her, and had been trained to fight (though never with a self-inflicted handicap). It immediately struck him that this would be a difficult fight from the start — she had the drive to kill, he had no teeth to bite her with. He struck out with his paws, the movement awkward but forceful. He did not want to kill her, but he would if she gave him no choice.