Neverwinter Forest house of leaves

The yap sounded, bouncing off into the woodland around them.

Pasha's head whipped around and his body followed sluggishly as he searched wide-eyed for his sibling. His ears swiveled for some other telling sound as he redirected his steps, before his eyes settled on the old log ahead. A noise lodged itself in his throat then, a considering hmm that may have almost been similar to a growl if it hadn't lost the fire moments before.

He couldn't have been in the log, could he?

Then again, it was something that he would have done, when he had been that age and less content with trying to sneak off to have adventures of his own. Pasha smirked as he came closer and closer to the weary old log, but he did not make to shove his head into its narrow opening. Instead the older Frostfur passed it up, knocking his limbs against the weathered wood as he climbed atop it.

The earthy yearling oriented himself so that he could hover above its entrance, and waited.

The smirk remained.