Neverwinter Forest miles outside of the eye of the storm

Her teeth snatched at his fur, but the male proved too quick for the brunt of her attack and slipped right out of her grasp. She came away with a mouthful of his fur. Growling around it, the female continued her assault, gauging his reaction time and his capabilities. So far, Mordecai seemed to be the sort of wolf to dance away rather than attack outright, which was admirable to the bulky Alpha bitch.

She pursued him, lowering her head so that her muzzle flattened over her throat to guard it, ears thrust high over her head. Her agitation was plain from the way her tail coiled and whipped in snappish movements, but there was some mirth and enjoyment dancing in her eyes as she came at him again, aiming to knock him down again but coming in lower this time, as though to completely prevent his solid defence.

Soon, she would deem him worthy or unworthy... But it was one last trial, to see how he adapted to a wolf adapting to him.