Tim was doing his normal rounds, patrolling the East Side of Gotham, stopping a few petty crimes, nothing major, but of course, it was a full moon. Full Moons had a reputation in the Wolf World, and for good reason, but, Tim was pretty well-controlled, though, he was only a half-wolf, having been bitten when he was twelve by his adoptive father and welcomed into the Bat pack. Since it was a full moon, Tim's instincts were heightened to the extremes, and he couldn't help but overhear the sound of a kid crying. In speed that would've made even Bart jealous, Tim discovered a lost pup, who looked like it was their first time wolfing-out. "Hey, pup," Tim crouched down, raising his arms up. "My name's Red Robin. Where's your pack? What's your name?" He spoke quietly and gently, moving to hold his hand out for them to take.