[Poggio]

Each day it seemd his grandmother had a new chore for him. She wanted to get as much work out of him before he left as she could. Each day he worked he snuck to the edge of forest to leave behind something for Mister Growl. The second day he was left alone for the after noon to rest. For his labors he was paid heavily and things he thought Mister Growl would like smoked meats, sausage, dried meats and more. This time his grandmother even made him a new balm. It was made up mostly of body oil the women used to make themselves beautiful. Silently Red crept in the woods. By now his feet knew some what where to go and down the familiar path. Finding the place where they parted Red nervously recalled the last time he talked to Mister Growl. He plucked a piece of meat from his basket and started to suckingly bite into it. His dreams were plagued with the idea of rutting on his back, being a mate and strange little wolf pups, though it was mostly the rut and the frolick.