Robin regretted wandering this far from his makeshift home. He hadn't meant to, and would have been fine with spending the entire morning curled up in some hole in the wall, but a pitiful-looking rabbit had ended up crossing his path. By the time that he'd realized how far he chased it, he found himself lost and much too far away from where he'd started. The rabbit—which had to have been exhausted, considering how far he had chased it—scampered off back away from the water, but he paid it no mind, gold eyes widening with mixed awe and fear as he stared at a figure not too far away from him. Robin backed away from the other wolf, red tail tucked between narrow legs, steps slow and quiet, as if he thought that making any sort of noise would upset it. 

After a moment of weighing what few options he had, the red boy slowly crept towards the stranger, his body low to the ground and his . He didn't let himself get too close, and more or less froze when he saw the interesting coloring that graced it's pelt. That aside, the boy —he was certain that it was a boy, now—did not look so small and harmless, but Robin told himself that'd he'd be okay for now, as long as he didn't aggravate him enough to make him gouge one of his eyes out. Hopefully. 

"H-h-hello, uh, sir," he said, forcing himself to stop staring at the ground in favor of meeting the other's green gaze. "I'm...w-well, I'm a bit l-lost, and...w-would you h-h-happen to know h-how to reach, uh..." There was a pause, as Robin decided where exactly it was he wanted to go. "Um, r-reach anywhere e-else?" A nervous chuckle slithered out of the boy's jaws.

"W-well, I guess s-so. I'm n-not really s-sure I l-like anything a-anyway, though..."  Mountains. Robin liked mountains; the ones from his home. He wasn't as skilled as most wolves were; he couldn't hold his own in a fight or sling venemous words around, and was all but useless when it came to hunting something larger than a rabbit.

But he could climb.

He learned the basics from his father when he was a pup. For him and his brothers, it had been their first real instance of training—a mere taste of the grueling days and long, sleepless nights that were to come. And whenever they complained about the cuts and bruises and the small rocks that wound up lodged between their toes, their mother would remind them of the mothers she knew whose own pups had died in the mountains—pups who'd never been taught to climb, who'd slipped and fallen and broken their necks. Not wanting to end up like them, Robin had pushed himself a bit harder than his brothers, and within a few months he could scale the mountains even faster than Pan. 

Robin was quiet for a moment as he thought back to the days where he was still with his family; where his brothers still lived. He was drawn from his thoughts with a jolt as he realized the other wolf had spoken to him, and his gold eyes grew wide for a moment.

At the unexpected invitation, Robin's mouth dropped open in awe. Someone wanted to do something with him? For fun? This wasn't a trick, right? Some sort of set up?

After a moment of silence, he shook his head, and a nervous smile pulled at his lips. "T-that's actually k-kind of t-the reason I'm h-ere... A, uh, a r-rabbit led me to you, I guess. B-but I didn't c-catch it." Robin raised his head and the rest of his body slowly, standing in a somewhat normal position now, although he looked as though he would dash off in the blink of an eye. 

Robin listened to his new friend [were they friends? Robin was actually unsure, but hopeful nonetheless. He didn't think he'd ever had a friend before] quietly, his head cocked to the side. "A-a g-god? I-I've never m-met a god before." A look of amazement was sketched over his face, golden eyes wide and his mouth slightly agape. 

As another question was sent his way, Robin's ears lifted and cupped forwards, and his stomach just happened to growl at the mention of food. "Um...I-If it's n-not too much t-trouble I mean. I don't w-want t-to be a bother or a-anything," Robin stuttered out, his head shrinking lower once again, his chin dipping down so low it was nearly brushing against the ground. 

Robin intended on staying silent again, but as the wolf introduced himself as Kyber and then asked for his own name, he decided being quiet wasn't an option. "M-me? You want t-to know my n-name?" He looked truly surprised for a moment. "I, uh, I'm R-robin. You shouldn't h-have to worry about m-me too m-much."

Kyber told Robin that he wasn't any bit of trouble, though his doubts and fears didn't leave him, seeming content to remain not too far from the forefront of his mind. "I-I, um, o-okay,"  came his stuttered reply. "Swimming, uh, s-swimming sounds f-fun." The red boy nodded twice in quick succession, as though to persuade Kyber that'd he'd like it, and perhaps persuade himself in the process. He'd never been in water before, but what could go wrong?

A lot of things, that's what.

What if he drowned? What if he wasn't any good at swimming? What if Kyber decided he was useless, or what if a huge fish came up and devoured him?  What if-

Robin was yanked out of his paranoid thoughts and 'what ifs' when Kyber spoke up again, letting him know that Atlan was not ready to meet him. Had he done something wrong? What if the god hated him? What if Kyber hated him? The boy's head lowered to the ground, his chin near enough to lick the dirt below him, before he realized he was once again going back into the position Kyber had told him he needn't be in. Not wanting to anger the other, Robin swallowed as much of his discomfort as he could and raised his head, resisting the overwhelming urge to shrink away from the boy, right then and there.

"A-ah, f-f-fishing? Y-you...you would t-take me fishing?" Unbeknownst to him, his own tail gave an excited twitch, briefly thumping against the ground.