Hoshor Plains arabella

He smells his brother, the scent trail leading away from the dark woods into the great plains beyond, and he is immediately intrigued. What could his dearest brother be up to? Ganon smirked, beginning to follow the scent trail from the darkness of their birthplace to the golden waves of the Hoshor Plains.

He had ventured from Blackfeather Woods from time to time, following after his mother when she went out to gather herbs. But as far as the Plains? Never. Like his brother before him, he had all but ignored the whistling plains. It was only Vaati's interest in it that led him to the waving yellow stalks.

He tracked after his brother for sometime, seeing how close he could go before Vaati sensed him. When he thought he had gotten close enough, he raised his voice, calling to his elder sibling in the Daedric tongue Mother had taught him: Lēkia.