Totoka River The Pig God

Both of his enemies were on the ground, gasping. His body throbbed with adrenaline, sending a shine into his amber-colored eyes. He salivated more and more, feeling the liquid lubricate the stone and continually threaten to loosen it before his jaws gave out entirely.

It would be an easy thing for him to kill them. He thought he nearly had with the wraith — the sound of her wheezing was torturous even for him. He should have killed them, but Ganon feared to let go of the stone so close to the spirit, disarmed and weak as she was.

He took the opportunity to flee as they floundered on the sand. There was a flicker of hope inside him that they would see this as a warning — a threat that if they were not careful he could do immense damage to him.

But this was probably not the case. And so he kept on running.