Neverwinter Forest house of leaves

He waited in silence and held his breath as he waited for Pasha to find him. When he and Cypress played this game, he could never really get away from his soot-covered brother. Cypress was much quicker than he was and was always hot on his trail. Pasha, though? He was slow like Scimitar. Rannoch would find out later on in his life that he wouldn’t be the fastest wolf out there, either. But, for now, he took advantage of his speed for the sake of winning alone.

He remained coiled in the log, not daring to move as the sound of Pasha’s footfalls echoed around him. Rannoch was feeling a mixture of feelings in this moment-- hesitation, excitement, and the need to pee were the ones that dominated. As his brother called for him, Rannoch’s ears perked and his heart raced. There was a tone about Pasha’s voice that reminded him of some of his repremindments that he had gotten before. It was also a tone that Rannoch did not enjoy. Shuffling forward to poke his head out of the opening, Rannoch looked in his brother’s direction a yipped, hoping to draw the attention of his brother and continue their fun.