Neverwinter Forest house of leaves

He charged after the sounds of disturbed growth, thinking surely he was hot on the heels after Rannoch. But the boy had a good start on him and even though it was more than plausible that Pasha could cover more ground than his pint-sized sibling, he trailed behind in part for spirit of the game. He figured he would catch up with him simply because he would tire out before getting anywhere particularly far. The worries therein of what else could happen lingered at the back of his mind, especially with twilight setting in, but he would not entertain them right now.

A clearing emerged at last, the litter of old growth and time greeted him as his blood ran cold at the fact that Rannoch was not there. Not tired out, no glimpse of his tail out behind him like a banner waving as it disappeared into the other side of the clearing. "Rannoch?" he called, summoning up a certain sternness he hadn't grown into. "Where are you?" His nose quivered, testing the air for any trace that would have told him where he had gone away to. Tenatively, Pasha started forward on the trail once more, but slowly.