[ The Goddess Harp, in truth, is not that terribly hidden. Under a layer of snow, scattered a fair few feet from them, it waits to be found, golden and glimmering and wearing the scent of the Goddess' maidenflesh. The dogs can take their time, if they wish, for it knows they'll find it.

Zelda, on the other hand, lets out a gentle noise of shock, hand raising to her mouth. ] Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot the surface has different animals for a moment... [ Hm. ] They're like your pets. [ Actually, quite similar, if a little more angular in the face, now that she considers. ]

Ah... do you have any food for them on you now, actually?