Neverwinter Forest house of leaves

As he sped away, he heard Rannoch call after him. This time, he wasn't not daddy, but Pasha. It gave him reason to beam a smile across his features for a moment, though it faded as he sought out somewhere to tuck away. Far too large to be ducking inside of logs like his younger and smaller counterpart, Pasha was tasked with trying to conceal himself in the foliage. It was easy to slip beneath the heavy boughs of some errant evergreen that was there, but it felt too obvious. Yet he didn't really want to make it too difficult of a challenge for his brother to find him, either.

He turned one way and then another, weaving through the narrow patch of forestry he had selected for their game. One time he had stopped to peer back to see where Rannoch was, and one such time he found that his brother was much closer than he had anticipated. Finally, as he pushed his way through some undergrowth that was littered with fallen and gnarly branches, Pasha neatly hid away with watchful eyes peering out from the slender weeds.