Blackfeather Woods main attraction in this twisted master plan

Ganondorf raged against her, but she was largely unhindered by her son's snarls and kicks, even giggling softly at the sight. No matter how large Ganon would grow, he would still have a fierce and unquellable temper. She was proud and glad that he was still kicking — well, he no longer was physically, but that's not the point — after the scare during his birth.

Potema put the pup down, placing a paw on him to keep him still. That is not a toy for you to play with; that is bedding, She said sternly, her large blue eyes matching his. When it gets warmer and there is more prey, I shall get you a pelt to play with. But until then: do not play with the bedding. Understand? Her eye flickered up towards Atshen, glaring at him for a moment before returning to her son.