Neverwinter Forest its automatic

The moment his paws had struck the borders he had intercepted two she-wolves. Nadie and Mazi were considered pack now, and while he had taken some time to show them about, he was keen on seeking out his mate and his sister – whichever he might come upon first.
 
Inclined to check the places Eshe liked to haunt first, the cinnamon wolf’s pace was quick despite the fatigue he felt from travel. Everything still seemed in place – devastation had not seemingly occurred while he was out, for which he was grateful.
 
Except when he heard a gentle whine.
 
He paused, his ears darting forward in alarm, and he heard the rush of paws upon brush and twigs – and no sooner did he whip his muzzle around to survey the direction did he catch view of Eshe. Worried something was wrong, the Frostfur loped forward, his concern apparent upon his features. “Eshe, darling, what happened?”