Blackfeather Woods I send a pestilence, a plague

He scoffed, but his eyes betrayed his interest. She taught me to recognize and avoid them, Few of Potema's lessons were intent on teaching him anything malicious. He was intended to be a priest. A guide and healer for the pack. Even still, when he had strayed, he learned nothing on how to wield the poisonous herbs he had often stumbled upon. He simply avoided them.

But his Uncle worked with them. And, if he had the same passion and drive as his Mother, he would be a master at using poisons. Ganondorf put away the last bundle he had made. Who do you hurt?