[littl3chocobo]

he had gotten wood for the fire while the boy was out and put it both in and near the fire to cook with and scrubbed out the banged up old pot he kept for the mushrooms. when the boy came back it was with a whole basket of things that did not smell of food though he tried to ignore the suspicion he would have to eat some and offered a nod

[Poggio]

He looked around and rather then going out for water he filled the pot with what was left from his canteen. He added a piece of meat to boil in the flavor while the water rose to temperature. "How long have you been living here?"

[littl3chocobo]

he was busy watching the pink strip lay there and begin to bubble when the question was asked but looked up to reply, "i was born here as was my mother and her's before though i do not know of either"

[Poggio]

He looked around the shack. It looked well loved and well lived. Red started to wonder what Mr and Mrs Growl senior looked like. As his eyes traveled he realized there were no books and he started to wonder how Mr Growl passed the time. "What do you do for fun?"

[littl3chocobo]

"fun?" it was not the first time red had spoken of it but he was still lost and feeling no more need to charm the human he spoke plainly, "you have notions that i don't understand and rarely know anything of, what purpose is fun?"

[Poggio]

He blinked at Mr. growl. "you know the stuff you do to amuse yourself, when you have nothing better to do, entertain yourself?" He stared at Mr growl wandering if the man did any of that.

[littl3chocobo]

the human did not understand his question so he felt no need to elaborate and instead did as he would have for a stranger's sake, "then you my little dear are 'fun', you are what i do when i am wishing to be entertained"

[Poggio]

He laughed at Mr.Growl. "I am?" Quietly Red stirred the stew thinking of more questions. He tried it. It was time to add more vegetables. He started to stir in silence.

[littl3chocobo]

he watched as the outside went from greenish gray to dark and the soup went from food to something only the boy red would eat. he thought about digging up some of the meat the other gave him but that was best stored with his efforts going towards more of the baconmeat still in the basket

[Poggio]

Red realized there were no bowls. Even worse it made him realize that Mr Growl truely was alone in the hobbled shack. He pulled the pot off the fire so it could cool between him. "I do not have a spoon, but I have bread and meat." He said with a wide grin. He sprang up from his spot and pulled his basket closer to them. While the stew settled, he pulled out one of hte loafs of bread. It was still springy and he soaked it in the soup before eating it. Doing the same to another chunk he offered it to Mr Growl.

[littl3chocobo]

there was no will in him to vomit after the boy red had left, or more, away from since the other would likely stay the night, and under the claim of not being hungry refused the bread with the claim that the human looked hungry enough all the same to need more than half

[Poggio]

There was no lie to the words for as soon as he ate one bite, he did not stop till the loaf was nearly gone. "I am sorry Mr Growl." He whiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He tried to eat more slowly but could not.

[littl3chocobo]

even given the time spent together and the food offered it was still hard not to think of the boy red as a meal with the rosy little mouth stuffing itself full. looking away he gazed at the fire and pretended he was not hungry

[Poggio]

Red had moved closer to Mr. Growl. The food was having its usual effect of making him sleepy now that he was full to the brim. The soft fur of the mans coat was nice to snuggle against and with out his cloak it was warm. He laid his head on Mr Growl shoulder. "Thank you."

[littl3chocobo]

he had not reply for that though he could hear it in the human's voice there was no need for one and the remark was simply an alternative to the 'good-night' greeting and so, saying nothing as he had all night he allowed the other to fall asleep against him before the fire thought to put itself out and he could carry the boy back to the bed

[Poggio]

He was woken, earlier then he would have liked. groggily he gathered his dry clothes and with the help of Mr growl he made his way back to the path. By lunch he was at the outskirts of his town. It seemed only the dogs had taken a notice to his presence, while the rest of his family did not even see him slip into his room. Once his family did find out he was home his ears rang from their worried abuses and curious questions. With his sisters belly getting bigger it became harder to escape into the woods to see Mr Growl. This time it was nearly 3 weeks of being pint up in his town. Not only did he have to make a new basket but his step brother was determined to teach him how to hunt properly and take care of himself during his walks since he would not beable to.

(XD he left his basket behind so all the meat and balm is still with Mr Growl. This time he will have a small bow and arrow since his brother did not trust him with a gun. He can shoot small animals and he is carrying the usual dried meats and bacon if he encounters mr growl. )