[Poggio]

He felt like he was riding a motorcycle. The woods past by him with sickening speed. He closed his eyes burying his head into the wolfs fur not sure where the wild ride was going to lead him. When the wolf slowed down to a saunter, Robin rolled off, riding himself of his nonexistent dinner. When the lad regained himself he and his wolf walked until the smell of cooked chicken lured the boy off the beaten pathway. They stumbled through the thick forest until they came across a small cottage. Robin could see a pie cooling in the window a silhouette moving around hidden behind amber colored panes of glass.