Shy Deer Steppes Well I’m sorry I thought what I said was true, I was wrong

the seaside man. or, as shoko thought him, more mercenary than hunter. surely those glittering eyes were colder than any seaside harbor from which they sprung. 

he paused from his shuffling, peering though the mist to find the bonfire pelt. come to bring me breakfast again?he gamely smiled, propping down the stone so he might come closer.