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Mother Nature 2: The Rescue	By : SladinForever Category: DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans > Slash - Male/Male > Robin/Slade Views: 1932 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: See chapter 2
Happy early upload day! Last chapter was interesting, huh? Well, this chapter is pretty drama-filled. We meet a one-chapter-only character as Robin is on his way to save Rosie from the evil fat guy from book 1. You'll, hopefully, recognize the name ;) So let the reading commence!
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The spinning had, thankfully, stopped. Eyes fluttering open, Robin blinked the weakness from them and then looked around without moving his head. He then tilted it back, the side of his head brushing grass. Robin was lying on his right side, his legs mostly stretched to the left. Closing his eyes tight, he groaned and slowly sat up on his stomach. His front legs were stretched out before him and he looked around again. He was in an open plain with the forest stretching left and right fifty or so feet away. Looking over his shoulder, he saw the river rushing weakly behind him. He tried to remember that strange dream he had, but it had faded rather fast. This was normal, of course. Most of the time people couldn't remember their dreams. Robin wished he hadn't forgotten, but he supposed it didn't matter.
Growling faintly as he tried to get up, Robin pushed up with his front paws, to get his back legs moved underneath him, and then stumbled up. He quickly sat down and shook himself, his ears flopping.
"Oh good. You are awake," Fenrir said. "You have been unconscious for almost an hour. You should eat something."
Robin had almost forgotten he was with him too. "Oh, right."
Standing up, he stretched and yawned. He then slowly turned around to face the river. Going to the bank's edge, he looked at the water and looked around for fish. When he didn't see any, he took the time to go up and down the bank in search of them. He soon found a few big ones a hundred or so feet from where he had landed after tripping. It was a bit quieter over here. So Robin carefully stepped in, felt the cold water seep into the fur on his paws and his paw pads, and watched a fish swim around for a bit. Carefully lifting his right paw as not to disturb it and have it flee in terror, he followed its movements with his eyes, waited about ten seconds, and then swatted at it. The fat fish went flying from the river and landed a few feet from the bank. It flopped around on the dry land, trying to get back to its oxygen. Turning, Robin jumped out of the water, walked over to it, and then held its back fin down, to keep it steady. With his left paw, he slowly pressed down against its gills and began to suffocate it.
Soon, the fish was dead. Moving his paw away, Robin lowered his head and picked the fish up in his mouth. He headed for the forest to eat in there. It didn't take him long to pass the first few trees. They got denser and slightly darker the further he went in. Robin soon stopped and set the fish on the ground before sitting behind it. Licking his salivating mouth with his thick tongue, he leaned his muzzle down to take a bite, but something suddenly caught his eye. With his mouth still open, Robin slowly lifted his gaze and saw a pair of small, red paws. Looking higher still, he saw the rest of the animal that disturbed him. A female fox was sitting a few feet away, staring at him with a flick of her tail tip.
"Hello, stranger," the vixen said. "That's a pretty fish you've got there. Would you be willing to share with a weak little thing like me?"
Robin sat up straight, eying the fox carefully. "No offense, but it's pretty common knowledge to never trust a female fox."
Standing up, the fox stepped towards him gracefully. "Oh I know the rumors, but I do not fall under such stereotypes. Besides, I just want a small bite."
Placing his paw on the fish, Robin pulled it back towards him. He looked distrusted. "You can have my leftovers."
The vixen stopped. "How do I know you won't eat it entirely?"
"I give you my word," Robin said.
The vixen stared at him silently for a few more seconds before giving a short nod. "Fair enough, pup."
Snorting, Robin stood up, took a step back, and then lowered his muzzle again. He sank his front fangs into the fish's side and tore the flesh off its bones. The vixen watched him eat silently, the tip of her tail softly swishing in the air. After a few more minutes of eating, Robin was finished. He left a quarter of the fish for the fox. He stepped away from it and sat down. The vixen walked up to the fish, lowered her thin snout, and then bit into it.
"You're welcome," Robin said, standing and walking around her. "Enjoy."
The vixen swallowed and then turned her head in his direction. "You're not staying?"
"I have somewhere to go," Robin said. "Nice meeting you."
"Wait." Stopping, Robin turned his head around to look over his shoulder. The vixen was trotting towards him, the fish dangling in her mouth by its tail fin. When she reached him, she set it down. "Perhaps you will permit me to join you?"
Robin's eyes narrowed. "I don't think so."
The vixen sat down, lifted her front paw, and then started to lick it. "I am very lonely, pup." She looked up at him. "And I can sense that you are too. Perhaps we can keep each other company. We can make it a little adventure."
Robin snorted while turning his head back around. "I'm already on a stupid adventure. One is bad enough." He started walking again. "You can tag along if you can keep up."
The vixen had stolen another bite of fish before looking up and streaking after him. When she was alongside him, she slowed to a walk.
"I haven't caught your name. But you may call me Wynja."
Robin glanced at her wearily. "…I'm Robin."
Wynja moved ahead of him and then turned to continue walking backwards. "Well, named after the red-chested bird. Interesting." Robin walked around her when she slowed and turned back around. "So, Robin, where are you headed?"
"I'm searching for someone."
"Your parents or mate?"
Robin shook his head. "No, a human girl. She was sold to an evil man."
Wynja cocked her head slightly. "A wolf, looking for a human? Interesting."
Robin glanced at her. "You're the first animal to not sense what I am."
Wynja blinked in confusion. "All I see is a wolf. Kindofa scrawny one, but a wolf nonetheless."
Robin growled lightly. "I was transformed into a wolf. I'm originally human."
Clearly not believing him, Wynja started to sniff him as he walked. "Hm, I smell no human, pup."
Robin stopped abruptly, staring down at her. "Would you like me to show you?"
Wynja stopped and then turned to see him better, smirking. "Oh this should be fun."
Robin growled softly at her, took a few steps back, and then closed his eyes. Wynja stared in amusement at him as he concentrated. Within seconds, her eyes widened in disbelief. After another moment, she jumped back in fright. Standing two yards from her, Robin was on his hands and knees in his human form. His tail protruded from his backside and his ears twitched on top of his head. With a shake, he looked up and saw Wynja's scared expression.
"Do you believe me now?" Wynja couldn't speak. She shook uncontrollably in fear. Robin frowned, suddenly worried about her. "What?"
Wynja put one front paw back. "Ch…Change back." Robin blinked in confusion. "Revert to normal!" Jerking in response to her demand, Robin turned back into his wolf form, going back to being on all four paws. Wynja slowly stopped shaking and relaxed. "Please, forgive me. Humans frighten me and you surprised me."
"Sorry."
Wynja shook herself momentarily, willing the shakes away. "I truly did not believe you were being serious, pup. But how is that possible? How does one become something they were not born to be?"
Robin moved his eyes over to the right. "It's a long story."
Wynja took a deep breath to calm her nerves. "Well, we have time for a story. It will help pass the time to wherever it is you are headed."
"Ergh…" Robin started walking again. Wynja turned to follow. "I don't feel like sharing. Find something else to converse about."
Wynja thought for a moment. "I have nothing to tell. So I guess it's all up to you, my big furry companion."
"Stop calling me things other than Robin," Robin said, moving a bit faster.
Wynja trotted a bit to keep up. "Why should I when you haven't even used my name once?"
"Wynja. There, I said it," Robin said with a snort. "Now be quiet. I actually prefer silence."
"Really? Well I don't." Robin didn't respond. "Oh I see. The silent treatment. You truly are human, aren't you?" She looked at the ground as she walked. "So typical."
Robin rolled his eyes and then shook his head as they continued on their way. Wynja hummed a little tune and, every great once in a while, did some strange movements. She was quick on her paws. Noticing the strange, jerky movements, Robin glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. Fenrir chuckled inside his head when they saw her turn around in a circle.
"The little vixen is doing a little jig for us."
Growling in annoyance, Robin suddenly changed direction. Wynja walked in the same direction for a few more seconds before sensing something missing. Stopping, she looked ahead, but Robin wasn't there. She looked around and then spotted him several feet from her. Turning on her paw, she swiftly ran after him. Hearing the light padding of tiny paws on the ground, Robin looked over his shoulder and saw Wynja catching up. Grumbling, he turned another way and then started running. Wynja's eyes widened.
"Hey!"
Wynja ran after him, determined to stick with him. Robin kept changing direction every so often, keeping an eye on the vixen. She just would not give up.
"Could we stop playing around? If she wants to come with us, then let her. It is obvious that she will not stop and you cannot waste your strength."
Knowing Fenrir was right, Robin slowed to a trot and then began walking. He then stopped and turned sideways. Wynja came bounding up to him, slightly out of breath. She then glared at him.
"Why did you do that? If it was a game, it wasn't fun."
Robin sighed heavily. "I was trying to lose you."
"And why would you want to do that?"
Robin snorted. "Your dancing was bugging me."
Wynja laughed. "You are so boring! Have some fun, would you?"
Robin glared at her. "I don't have time for fun. My mission is very important to me. I have to save this girl before it's too late. There's no telling how much pain she's in right now. So stop dancing or you're not coming with me. Understand?"
Wynja stared angrily at him for a few extra seconds before her face softened. "Yes, I understand."
"Good." Turning back in his original direction, Robin started walking again, Wynja bringing in the rear. "Now don't bother me for a while. I need to concentrate on my strength and thoughts."
"Yes, Robin."
Robin sighed, but didn't say anything else. Wynja continued to hum, but she just walked, about a foot away. For the next few hours they traveled this way. Once it started nearing nightfall, they stopped for the night. Robin rested in front of a thick tree trunk. Wynja was cleaning herself, like a cat, while sitting beside a bush. Robin watched her for a while. When she was done, she yawned and then laid down, her dainty paws sticking out in front of her. Her bushy tail curled around her thigh. They were silent for a long time, just staring off into space. Wynja soon looked at him.
"So this human girl… What's happened to her? You said something about a man…?"
Robin's eyes widened slightly. "Oh, well, I've forgotten who he was."
Wynja cocked her head slightly. "How do you know a man took this girl, but have forgotten him? That doesn't make any sense."
"Oh believe me, I know," Robin said. "You see, I still vaguely remember the way this man smelled and I feel edgy when it returns to me. I'm not even sure what is going on with me." Robin looked away suddenly. "Like, I feel like there's something else I'm trying find. Like there's more to this than finding this girl. I've forgotten a lot of things lately, but I still feel something." He looked back at Wynja. "Does that make sense?"
Wynja stared thoughtfully at him. "I do. Despite forgetting, there's still a connection that we sometimes feel. Of course, I still remember a lot of memories as a kit. Like my father, for instance. I can't really recall his face or any specific markings, but I still feel him, even though he's gone. And I still remember how he died by human traps. I don't remember my mother at all."
Robin gave a short nod before looking away, his eyes narrowed. The feeling in him lingered, even after laying his head down and closing his eyes.

"So, do you remember your parents? I expect they were human…?"
A few days had gone by and most of the traveling had been quiet. Wynja was in the lead, zigzagging as she trotted. Robin was two feet behind, sniffing the ground. He lifted his gaze a bit to see her tail bobbing.
"No, I don't remember them."
Wynja glanced back. "Do you have a feeling now that I've mentioned them?"
Robin lifted his head, straightening out his neck. "Sort of."
Looking back ahead, Wynja sniffed the air with her tiny, black nose. "I smell water up ahead. And lots of it. Must be a river or stream." Without warning, she started running, surprising Robin to a stop. "Let's hurry and get there! I'm thirsty and could use a fish!"
Robin growled low in his throat, not in a running mood. "I'll catch up."
Wynja hadn't heard him. For the next several minutes he walked alone, his head lowered. So much time had passed that he was losing track of it. He didn't know what month it was or what the day was. He assumed fall because of the weather. It had been gloomy and windy for several days and the sun was setting much sooner than what he was used to. Ten minutes later and Robin heard the sound of water moving. He jogged the rest of the way. Jumping between the trunks of two close trees, he came into a slight clearing where the river was rushing. Wynja was near the edge, her ears down. Robin pulled up beside her and looked at her.
"It doesn't seem like we'll be catching anything right now."
Wynja looked in both directions. "Not only that, but how are we going to cross? It's too strong here." She was right of course. These were rapids. There was no possible way they would be able to swim safely across. "Huh, there seems to be something stretching across the river."
Turning his head to the left, Robin saw what Wynja was talking about. Turning, he started heading for it. "Only one way to find out." They walked for a good ten minutes. As they got closer, they discovered a fallen tree trunk stretching from one bank of the wide river to the other. When they reached it, they stopped to examine it. Water rushed just below it, hitting the underside. It was at least sturdy looking. Just to make sure, Robin jumped onto the end first and then jumped on it. When the trunk stayed put, he looked down at Wynja. "It should hold us both. Let's go quickly."
"Yes, of course."
Wynja jumped on after Robin started walking. As they made their way across, droplets of water would hit the sides and top and, every great once in a while, would create a splash to their left. Wynja stayed as close to Robin's back paws as she could, feeling a bit nervous. They were almost to the other end already though. A few feet after three-fourths of the way there, there was a small crack in the wood. Robin easily stepped over it, making sure not to touch it in case it caved in. When he was a foot from it, he stopped and looked over his shoulder.
"Watch your step." Reaching the hole, Wynja stopped and gingerly touched it with the tip of her toes. "Please just step over it."
Wynja jerked her head up, glaring softly at him. "I'm going to!"
Sighing while dropping his head, Robin looked back around and finished his way across. Stretching her front, right leg out as far as she could get it, Wynja stepped over the hole. She then brought her left leg forward until the length of her body was hovering above it. Smiling, she looked up and jumped forward. When she came back down, her back paw touched the very end of the thin crack and then there was the sound of splintering wood. Eyes widening, Wynja felt her back leg plummet. She hissed as chunks of the rotted wood pierced her when it went through. Stepping her front paws back a bit, she looked over from the right and pulled carefully. Her paw hardly moved an inch. She tried again, pulling harder this time. She felt the wood move with her, preventing her from getting it unstuck.
On the other bank, Robin jumped down, turned, and then put his front paws on the end. When he saw Wynja standing there, he glared. "Wynja, what are you doing?!"
Looking up, Wynja smiled sheepishly. "Um…my leg's stuck!"
"I told you to step over it!"
"I did step over it, you dunderhead! When I jumped across the rest of the way, my paw sunk through! Now could you help me?!"
Robin was tempted to just leave her, but quickly thought against it. Sighing heavily, he jumped back on and walked to her. Wynja sat down, turning her body around a bit in order to see her leg better. She wiggled it, hoping the wood poking into her ankle would loosen. Reaching her quickly, Robin stepped one leg over her and then started clawing at the splint. Wynja watched him work. Chunks of bark and splinters came away and entered the rapids. Suddenly hearing a crashing sound, Wynja looked up stream and saw something bobbing out of the water. It was big and coming straight for them. Worry filled her.
"Hey, Robin? Mind hurrying up a bit there?"
"Shh!"
Wynja glanced back and forth between him and a rogue log. It was getting steadily closer. "Robin, now would be a really good time to free me."
Robin dug at the crack harder and faster. "Just stay relaxed. I'm trying."
Wynja looked at the rapids from the corner of her eye. Panic began to fill her when the log was just twenty feet away. She swallowed hard. Her eyes slowly widened. "R-Robin, get me out…!"
"Almost…g-got it…"
Wynja felt a great flash of fear fill her. The log suddenly hit a rock and one end rose high into the air, water flying above them. By the time Robin broke a good chunk off, gravity made the trunk come down towards them. Wynja's fur flew into the air from fright, her eyes almost popping out of her head. When the log was directly above them, Robin grabbed Wynja around her back, pulled on her to get her leg out, swiftly turned, and then threw her as hard as he could. She was sent flying to the other embankment as the falling log came crashing down onto the fallen tree, breaking it in half. Robin's eyes widened when he felt his half moving diagonally to the right, making him almost slip. As fast as he could, he tried running to the other side. Wynja had crashed into the hard ground, winding her. Lifting her head, she shook it hard and then looked over her shoulder. Her eyes widened all the way.
"ROBIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN!" Robin tried to jump the rest of the way, but he slipped. His body hit the end of the tree when he came down. As it rolled, he went halfway into the rapids before losing his grip and falling through the water's surface. Bolting onto her paws, Wynja turned and began running the length of the river. She stared at the rushing water for signs of Robin, but he wasn't surfacing. Immense worry filled her. "Robin!"
Under the water, the underwater currents were sending Robin head-over-heels uncontrollably. He tried to right himself, but it was too hard. Fenrir growled in his head.
"Try to hold on!"
Fenrir was concentrating hard, trying to lend Robin his power. The energy formed around his paws and then sunk through the black floor. The energy soon formed on Robin's legs and traveled up his body. Once he was covered head-to-toe in blue light, he jostled around a few more times before landing on his back. Looking up, he saw the sunlight through the rough waters. Forcing himself forward, he floated briefly before he kicked his back legs to swim. He moved upward, the energy helping him propel towards the surface. Back on the bank, Wynja was still running and scanning the river for Robin. Pain filled her heart, thinking the worst. If he died because of her screw-up, then she would never be able to live with herself. She pleaded and pleaded for him to be okay.
Suddenly, a few feet behind her, Wynja heard a splash and then a gasp for air. Sliding to a stop, she quickly turned and saw Robin's head above the water. A rapid crashed into the back of his head, but it just forced him forward rather than under. He dog-paddled to the left, trying to reach the bank. Wynja rushed towards the edge and waited for him. Another rapid hit him, forcing him away. When he passed her, Wynja ran along the edge, to keep her eye on him. He swam while facing sideways, using the energy on his back legs to help him. He was panting heavily. Finally, after at least a minute, he felt the incline under the water and pushed off hard. He projectiled forward, the blue energy vanishing before Wynja could see it. Grabbing the edge, he used his paws to pull himself up the rest of the way. When he could, he dug his back right paw into the rocks and mud and pushed off. He landed stomach first on the embankment, his head turned on its right side as he panted. Wynja stopped by his outstretched paws, staring at him apologetically.
"Robin, I am so sorry. Are you going to be okay?" Robin coughed a few times before regulating his breathing. Water fell heavily from his thick coat and making a large puddle under and around him. When he was silent, he slowly sat up and shook his head. "Robin, please forgive me. I'm so sorry."
Lifting his head, Robin breathed with his mouth half open as he stared at her upset face. He inhaled deep and then let it out. "Its fine. It was an accident." If Wynja could, she would shed tears of joy. Robin had forgiven her and that was all that mattered. Ignoring her, he stood up, walked around her, and then headed for the trees. "Come on. Let's go find some food."
Spinning around, Wynja ran after him. "Rabbit sounds good!"
It didn't take them long to re-enter the forest. With his nose to the ground, Robin searched for food, moving this way and that. Wynja watched him while staying a few feet away, so he wouldn't bump into her. She didn't pay attention to the pile of leaves and pine needles just a few feet in front of her. Robin suddenly moved further to the left, having picked something up. He caught the scent of steel not far away. As he lifted his head, Wynja reached the leaves and something filled his chest. Robin's eyes widened.
"Wynja-!"
Before he even uttered the first letter of her name, the hidden hunting trap sprang and the large, sharp teeth flew up and attacked her. Wynja's mouth flew open to cry out, but no sound came out. The sound of thick blood splattered the ground around her and the trap. Robin stared at her, completely horror struck. The two sets of sharp teeth had snapped shut around her entire body, piercing vital organs and entering her ribs. The trap was meant for a bear, which were slightly bigger than regular traps. Blood dripped heavily from her stomach since she was still standing. Her eyes were wide and the life was fading from them.
"R-R-R…R-Rob…"
When her legs gave out, she and the trap fell over sideways. Robin couldn't move, even as she laid dying before his eyes. After a few seconds, the wind picked up and hit him in the face. He came out of his horrified trance and took a hesitant step towards her.
"W-Wynja…?"
He inched closer and closer cautiously, trying not to become ill. When he was close, he stepped to the right, moved around the trap, and saw her face. Some of the teeth had pierced her head, making blood run over her muzzle and cheeks. Her face was that of complete and utter horror. A strange sensation began to fill Robin's entire body the longer he stared at her. Wynja was no longer breathing and her eyes were vacant. She was dead.
The feeling in Robin's body grew, targeting his brain and Fenrir. The heartless god felt emotion flare within him. His eyes flashed red and runes formed around them, spreading across his face. They soon paused for two seconds before coming away from the edges and corners of his eyes. The two halves traveled down his cheeks, his neck, and moved to the center of his chest. They came together at one single point. As they began to be absorbed through his fur and flesh, a cruel smirk formed on Fenrir's face. Deep within his chest, the runes began to fill a place where a heart would be if he had been left with one after his birth. There was already something forming and pulsing every six or seven seconds. The runes were absorbed like liquid and then the unknown mass flashed red and black. When it vanished, the pulsations now appeared only five seconds apart.
As if nothing had happened, Fenrir said in a soft voice, "There is nothing we can do for her. Let us keep going, before the hunter picks up his prey."
Robin stared down at Wynja for a little while longer before closing his mouth and narrowing his eyes. With a tremendous ache in his heart, he turned north and continued walking alone in silence.

The shadow of a large bird appeared over the hunting trap. It descended upon a dead, fox body. Landing right in front of her face, an eagle's wing came down and touched her head. As if by magic, the bear trap began to disappear, the particles looking like floating tears. It soon vanished entirely, leaving Wynja lying on the bloody ground. Moving the wing away, the bald eagle took two steps closer, lowered his head towards her, and forced out some tears from both eyes. They spread over the wounds and dried blood, making them disappear too. The bird stared down at her as the tears worked their magic, his eyes narrowed.
"Your sins have been absolved," he said in a familiar voice. "I will take you to the heavens above."
Rising a few inches into the air, the eagle moved over Wynja's body and then reached down to grab her with both set of talons. Looking up, he stretched out his wings as wide as he could get them and then forced them down to create an air current so strong that he skyrocketed into the air. A beam of gold trailed behind him as he soared into the air, heading for the clouds right as it began to rain.

To Be Continued…
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