Neverwinter Forest deem it so

Knowing that he would have respected this majestic creature even if Scimitar had been ranked five miles below him, Goldhawk let his bow linger, and then rose with flattened ears and quite a good deal of fondness in his russet eyes. The pair had taken a journey together, after all, not long ago, and the stoic Alpha had tolerated Goldhawk's constant joviality and occasional bouts of song. And... well, Goldhawk rather loved him for that.

Chipper as you like, fancy-free and fighting fit, he reported succinctly. Might I ask the same of you, m'lord?