Neverwinter Forest It's called: Freefall

As she got closer, she took in his figure, dusky greys and deep charcoals; alike the feathers of Odin's ravens. And! Poor thing! He looked skinny! Cicero. Sih-ser-oh. Oh no, a challenge on her tongue a she tried to parrot it back to him. It is good to meet you, Si—...See-cero... 

A moment of silence between them, and Pangur stared ahead with her maw slightly agape. Butchered, utterly. What a wonderful first impression she was making.

Shoulders rolled back, trying to quickly move past that. She would straighten her posture and fidget with her paws against the earth. I am Pangur! She exclaimed next, light-tufted chest puffed out. 

Her attention trailed down to the rabbit at her feet, and she offered a nod Oh yes—Pamgur is quick! but mostly lucky see? Its leg caught a root in the ground as I chased. A golden paw inched forward to nudge at the rabbit's hide, her head shot back up in an instant, eyes gleaming as they matched with his own. Would you like it?