Stavanger Bay "Everything's gonna be okay, ok?"

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.