"Tasha? Tasha! Lir where are you?"

Here where there is ale and the scent of mating animals on the breeze...

Oh no; another person he has to rescue from his particularly amorous companion...

"I am sorry for my lir. I know what has gotten into her but I am not sure how it got into her."

And seeing Ian, she switches targets for her leg-winding and starts head-butting Ian, who, thanks to having had her for several years now, does not fall over.

But he does wobble.