[ Link raises his arm in an equally easy salute to Wanda as he approaches. Any trustworthy friend of Zelda's is an unconditional friend of his. He's always known the Princess to be a good judge of character, and now more than ever - he's a functional amnesiac, after all - he relies on her wisdom wherever he can. ]

Not moles, exactly. I hope they're easier to catch than cuccos. They don't fly too well, so it's a pain when they get stuck on rooftops.

[ It's dark, but fortunately not as dark as it had been during the rather unsettling Eclipse. The frightened ramblings of the most superstitious of the villagers still burn in his ears, and he's made sure his bow and his sword are well-prepared for the night despite the rather mundane nature of their task.

There are monsters out there. They're always there. ]

What do you think might scare the creatures out of their holes? A blast?

[ He strokes his chin thoughtfully. Just, you know, spitballing ideas. Always going straight for the most destructive effectual option, Link is. ]