The World of Rhune

Robin looked for a moment at the auburn haired boy. He was obviously a little uncomfortable with the whole situation but he didn’t appear to mean any harm. If anything he probably just wanted to leave. “I’m sure. Watch,” she said as she began to scratch the side of Pan’s neck quickly. Pan lifted his head and his lip curled up over his teeth, though not in a sign of aggression. “For some reason he always gives this face when you scratch him here. He’s a funny one, probably not completely right in the head.” Robin gave a small grin toward the boy, turning back to Pan, “I’m just kidding.” Almost like he understood, Pan snorted at her, getting a little saliva on her face. “Ahhhh, gross Pan,” but her face was one of only mock disgust as she wiped it off. “Horses are dirty, so if you don’t mind a little spit you’re free to pet him.” “By the way,” Robin said glancing at the boy, “my name’s Robin.”