[Poggio]

The spot they found seemed familiar, though he could not place it. It even seemed like the same distance from the creek. He left Mr Growl to start the fire, and walked over to the water. Once again he dipped his head in. Closing his eyes he could almost see Mr Growl... licking himself, though he was sure that people could not do that. It was something else that made him cough and gag and turn red. He shuddered filling his canteen and returning to Mr Growl. He looked through his basket to get the bread and other meats for them to eat.

[littl3chocobo]

he had started the fire by the time the boy came back and though he tried not to notice it was easy enough to see he was jittery about something. feeling uncomfortable himself he stirred the lightly burning kindling to get it hotter

[Poggio]

He stood in various spots, until he came to loom by the fire. Once he did so it seemed that Mr growl was about to say something, when Red gathered his courage to ask the man for a favor. "Mr Growl? I can not sit down with out this rubbed between my legs... can you help me put some on?" Bending down slowly he plucked the jar from his basket.

[littl3chocobo]

the request made no sense to him and the sharp smell of it could just be made out even from in a jar but he was willing to oblige and standing up took the proffered jar, "what do i do?"

[Poggio]

Taking off his cloak to lay on it. The boy lay with his rump exposed to the air along with his thighs. "Use your fingers and rub some between the muscles, and... um..." He was not sure how to politely say his exit. "The hole area." He ventured.

[littl3chocobo]

the oddity of the request confused him though he did not argue and opening the jar was met with a burning smell that made his nose hurt and his eyes water. he quickly closed the lid and looked over only to find the boy had pulled down his pants. the absurdity of it was enough to make him question the human's intentions. with the jar still closed he came over and crouched down just off of the boy red's shoulder and cocked his head, "boy, how will this," he nodded down at the jar, "and that," he peered over to the exposed hind, "make you sit when you've sat many times before?"

[Poggio]

He gasped and swallowed. "Mr Growl,... we ... " He admitted "had sex. afterwards I could not sit. My grandmother made that medicine to help." He said blushing hard and looking away.

[Poggio]

Blinking he woke to see he was warm and comfortable but not in his bed. A quick glance at around and he found that it had already fallen past dusk. Before he could raise himself. It seemed that Mr Growl as at his side offering him a basket of wild fungus. He looked at the wolf. "Mr Growl what is this?"

[littl3chocobo]

the boy red did not wake even after being carried back to his home and laying him out he ate his own portion of the food and set the rest down on the only plate he owned before sliding the boy's basket under the bed and fetching his own. it took him several hours but when he returned the other was waking and coming to his side he put the basket by the boy's side, "you have fed me i am doing the same for you. mushrooms for soup"

[Poggio]

He watched Mr Growl and then looked at the fungus. It made him wonder if he could even eat such a thing. He pushed the blankets fully off his body. "... Thank Mr Growl, that is very kind of you ... though I will be more then happy to add to the pot." He found his basket with all of his own uneaten goods, though he noticed half was missing. "I have chunks of dried meat if you like?"

[littl3chocobo]

he would and nodding he moved away though before he moved to stoke the fire from it's slumber he asked the question that had occurred to him in the forest when he was still gathering the treats, "aren't you missed boy-red? the hunter will be out looking for you soon. those that stray from the path always invite the hunter"

[Poggio]

He shook his head, moving so that he could set up. He grinned. "My granny sent a pigeon explaining that I was hurt and that she did not know when I would return. My family thinks I am a simpleton so they will not question it." He was not sure why Mr Growl was always afraid of being found. Maybe he had fallen in line with an outlaw. "We have time, Mr Growl."

[littl3chocobo]

it was a believable lie even to his knowing ears and twitching them he offered the boy red a look, "your granny is such a wise one, i would think you were a crippled simpleton too. you know little about being safe and much about getting lost. you lost yourself picking mushrooms and spent the night resting in a tree, you did not realize it was so late..... i think i may grow fond of your company if there is not worry of assault when i keep to your side"


(he is telling yours the lie he should use and saying that if he won't get in trouble he'd be happy to be your friend)

[Poggio]

He laughed. "Mr Growl you are not in danger of assault. I am not sure why you keep thinking that." He moved the blankets and walked up to the hearth. Crouching down he looked at the fire and took Mr Growls hand. "You are already my friend. I would not let him harm you with out harming me." He said warming himself now by the light of Mr Growls fire. "Now this soup needs more then mushrooms do you have herbs?"

[littl3chocobo]

the conversation was changed easily enough though he had to admit he did not and the boy red, with only the lightest wobble in his step, found his basket and emptied the mushrooms into it before taking the now-empty one and heading for the door. he found himself offering a smile as one was given to him before the pale child left his home

[Poggio]

Outside he found his cloak wafting in the breeze and put it around his shoulders. It smelled of earth, fish and something he could not put his fingers on. Staying with in the sight of Mr Growls house, he was able to pick out certain things in the moonlight. Chard stalks, onions, herbs a and carrot and radish by sheer luck. When he returned he was amused his hands where as dirty as Mr Growls. "Do you have a knife? I can cut the stuff I found."