Robin had lost sight of the patrol. He waddled confusedly through the forest, hoping he would find them soon. Despite being only four moons old, his stint as a rouge had given him a good set of legs and he was covering ground at a reasonable pace.
He stopped and lifted his nose to the wind. He smelled... Trees. A few frogs in a nearby puddle. A bird in the trees. Wait... He smelled other wolves. That had to be the patrol!
Keeping low, he stalked clumsily towards the smell. Peering through the trees, he saw Crane, battered and bleeding, being shoved to her feet by a hulking black wolf.
Robin took a deep breath and jumped into the clearing
"Leave her alone, you big bullies!" he yelped with all his puppy might.