Neverwinter Forest nesting dolls

The night was again as Rannoch looked up the the ceiling of the whelping den, more awake than he had been that afternoon. Despite his greatest efforts he had not been able to fall asleep when Eshe had put them to bed. Now that a symphony of snores surrounded him the idea of sleeping fleeted further with every soft exhale that one of his family members made. Finally he simply could not stand it any longer. Slowly, he rolled away from his brother’s side, pushed himself onto his paws, and quietly snuck out of the den. He paused at the mouth of the den and whispered, “I’ll be bawk, Momma,” over his shoulder before slipping into the night.

All was still as he exited, the humidity slapping him in the face as he did so. He knew that he couldn’t go too far, but he did want to make sure that nobody was intruding. Sparkling baby blues peered out into the darkness as the cub settled onto his haunches, ready to keep for at least a little while.