[Poggio]

He took the fish and greedily bit into it. The smokey flavor filled him making him realizing his canteen was till by the water. Setting his fish down on his cloak he went to retrieve it. Carefully he walked through the thicket trying not to get prodded by the protruding foliage. Once he came back he saw Mr growl huddled over his meal. “Would you like some water?” He offered crouching close.