Fairspell Meadow I told the witchdoctor

ganondorf may have been intent on a guessing game, but the dark melonii had already begun walking, her steps slowing only as she glanced back at the male. like as not, he could rattle off all the names he knew, and would likely not utter her dam's name.

astara's ears slipped back as she paused, a small, knowing smile playing her features. her mother's name, much like her body, was dead and buried in the ground -- and the only wolves that knew it were residing in the black forest nearby. ganondorf would have to go to them for answers.