His first moments were chocked and strangled, filled with struggle as death became life. In those first minutes the thing that would become Ro sat in the dark, eyes refusing to open in a vain attempt to return to the comforting darkness that belched him into existence. When it refused to return to him, Ro let out a low and feral growl from the deepest pit of his stomach and forced himself to accept the day. With a scowl that'd curdle milk the young goblin crawled from his spot in the cave, snapping and growling at anyone who got in his way or weren't moving fast enough. 

The sun hurt his eyes, a hiss escaping his throat in retaliation as he scampered off somewhere darker. It didn't take too long, hiding in the shade of a tall rock Ro had a great view of the cave opening and all the goblins that left it. Many were shaky and uncertain, but nonetheless getting used to their legs, while others had more drive. One had put a pointy rock on a stick, another was using sticks to help move, and another was just looking for...something. To be completely honest it was all quite boring and the lack of direction made him...antsy. With a sneer and a spit, Ro began dredging for trouble.