Neverwinter Forest to the races

She was quick to notice his pace, and his smile broadened. She moved closer to him, and he greeted her properly with a brush of his nose to her cheek, inhaling her scent softly and seeking peace from it. His ears would perk forward, his eyes studying her carefully before he pulled back, offering her and in agreement.
 
“Kaskara and I want to teach the pack to fight – and want to have each wolf carry a mercenary trade,” he offered, waiting to see her reaction to such a thing. She was gentler than he could fully understand or be – his fights had not consisted of words in the past but of brutal blows. “I want us to be prepared if something happens. If the Mountain wolves go back on their word again, or if any of our other neighbors seek us out..” Such as Blackfeather Woods, he thought dryly.