Neverwinter Forest darling dears o'mine

Alright, so it was on the count of three. Croushing down, the younger prince looked towards the mouth of the den and awaited his mother’s say otherwise. As Eshe counted down, Rannoch’s rear wriggled in anticipation and his heart thudded in his throat-- he was ready to take on their Paw! One…. Two… THREE! The countdown seemed to both fly by and take all the time in the world-- if that was even possible! But, as that last fateful word was said, Rannoch launched into action.

Heavy paws drove him closer to his father and in the pursuit of it all he let forth some yips in excitement. I’m going to get ya, Paw! Busting quickly out of the den the child flung himself into the direction of his father’s forelegs, hoping that to land this pounce effortlessly.