How would I know what the cow's name really is? I'm certainly no druid.

[He frowns and tugs more at the cow, right around the time Gale gets a good push in. Oh look. Progress. Measly, pathetic progress. Sigh. Looking up once more he fits Gale with a thoroughly skeptical look.]

I have no idea what they say about that.

[He needs nothing of the sort, Gale! No pet cows! What would he do with a pet cow?] I just thought it was kinder to call her something besides dinner to her face.

[Oh! Oh now there's an idea. Astarion steps back, makes sure he's in the cow's eyeline before baring his teeth at her and half hissing half growling his most predatory wolf impression.

And that gets the animal moving.]