Neverwinter Forest house of leaves

As Pasha surveyed, Rannoch watched curiously from the comfort of the log. He had buttoned his inky lips once he had given his hint and dared not to make a sound. His body was tense and his was ready to flee when he had been caught. He had assumed that Pasha would be quick to pounce-- just as Cypress did-- but it appeared to the child that Pasha might have not figured out his hiding place. He stretched out his neck so that he could get a better look as Pasah glanced around, his eyes trained on the older wolf as he waited.

Soon enough Pasha’s sights were set on Rannoch’s hiding place and it was as the other wolf neared that Rannoch scooted back into the shadows in hopes that he would simply disappear and Pasha would not be able to find him. The log shifted suddenly as Pasha did a drive-by and made his presence known. As the other’s limbs ran into the log, Rannoch could not help unbuttoning his lips to let out a bought of laughter. This sound came from a place where his ego and his fear met and was one that had audible strains of nervousness to it. On one side of the matter, Rannoch was rather proud that it seemed as if she was still in a good hiding place. The other side ran rampant with the child’s fear of getting caught.

He did not know what would come next of their game. Would he be found? Was he really a master at hiding? He did not know in this moment. Instead he trained his eyes to the opening and awaited what consequences of victories awaited him.