"Ever seen one of those before?" he called to her, a smile on his face. His blood was pumping and the excitement of the chase--no matter how dangerous--was clearly something that he enjoyed. Epona galloped across the dunes, her hooves clapping on the soft sand but never missing a step. Even as she charged up rolling dunes and across slowly shifting sand she held her footing. It was something that Link had come to expect of her, but it was no less exceptional.

"You're telling me," he agreed. "I knew creatures like this one were supposed to exist below the desert but they're usually peaceful." He didn't have to guess at the reason: "Ganondorf," he said without any further explanation. Did he need any? The ground rumbled again and Epona dashed forward: this time the creature burst out of the sand right behind them, showering both riders and horse. He tore free from Epona's saddle a fluttering cloth and handed it to her. "Here! Use this to cover your mouth, like a scarf."

Again came the roar of the giant beast, starving for the riders.
Or enraged at something he couldn't imagine.