Neverwinter Forest its automatic

He nudged her, his jaws lifting up to cast a nip to her ear before pulling back, a grin cast upon his features and his tail waving through the air in contentment. It was good to be home.
 
At the request of holding her, the dark agouti wolf was quick to try to coax her to the forest floor, his own large frame lumbering downward as he curled one limb beneath his chest, waiting for her to fit perfectly along the crook of his stomach before he would begin to groom her quietly.
 
She shared news with him, and his interest in the conversation only stemmed so far as to reveling in the sound of her voice, though his form tensed at the very mention of Dark Brotherhood. Unable to link this pack with what he knew as the Blackfeather Woods pack, the name alone was enough to stir an eye roll from the man – what sort of pack called themselves that? “Moonlit Hills and Dark Brotherhood,” he mused quietly, giving a sardonic snort as he kept to grooming his wife. “What was your take on all of it?” He paused then, curious about the pack requesting an alliance. “Where does this Moonlit Hills pack reside?”