They did not know much about how contracted animal companions were treated elsewhere, but everyone knew that the most properly established bonds, and the ones animals were least likely to abandon, were those formed in Hill's Valley.
Apart from some of the large cats, who had chosen to follow their king for special reasons, animals from Hill's Valley rarely dissolved their contracts with their Undead friends.
Especially in organized animal corps like the Heaven-Defying Alliance's, almost all of them had come out into the wider world with their companions.
Then a situation had arisen that the Undead could accept, but their animal companions were none too happy about... in a place like Toril, the Undead might seem to be riding high, but that was really only when they faced Toril's humans.
Whenever they became embroiled in battles between gods and demons, the outcome was almost always a total wipeout.
In other words, their animal companions could only leave that fairly spacious but lonely Partner Space when victory was assured.
What these battle-hardened magical beasts found most unbearable was having to watch their friends fight for their lives.
Even knowing that their friends would not die, magical beasts with such strong pride did not consider that a reason to keep them out of battle.
Especially a creature like Wolverine.
He certainly did not think he was much worse than a White Dragon... but he also understood that his hide was nowhere near as thick.
His friend did not care how much fighting power they had, but cared very much about how well they could protect themselves.
But he was a wolverine!
Moreover, even if they were willing to sacrifice that little advantage in their attributes and put on heavy metal armor, the Undead would not let them take even a one-percent