[Poggio]

Red stagged backwards and blinked confused. Wolves did not bow and talk. He thought once again the man was being silly but something about the calmness of it made him nervous. He tried again but his eyes were now transfixed on the ears. "You know Mr Growl my job is to be me too" He chuckled. "But something you do on a daily basis that you have learned as a skill or trade? You know to make money?" He jostled his basket. "Like my family, they are bakers and now that my sister has married the hunter, we have gotten into the meat business, but we also do deliveries."