Fairspell Meadow I told the witchdoctor

astara studied ganondorf as he spoke of his relation to her empire; whether it was understood or not was difficult to disseminate from the girl's dull stare. she did, however, step forth and draw her thin muzzle along his shoulder (if he would allow). here she gathered the sundry scents to his pelt, and thought deep.

once done with her silent ritual, astara turned her gaze to blackfeather pointedly. she had no answers for him, but blackfeather might -- after all, there were wolves in the dark keep that spoke, and were far more useful than simple cubs.