[Poggio]

A small sigh of relief escaped Robins lips. As a reward for his bravery Robin gave the wolf the rest of the bread. “of course” he answered. “my hero must have a name,” He said reaching out to pet the wolf again and handing him the bread. “since you saved me you don't have to call me little red, my name is Robin.” He felt the wolf had earned the right to know his real name.