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

it was true, shoko had not ventured very far. oncoming winter curbed his interest in much wandering. the food kept him too; there were many pickings to be had if he stayed quiet long enough. 

his ears turned as an invitation left arsenio’s mouth. not just the promise of a full belly, but pleasure too. shoko wondered what type of man arsenio saw in him. or were all men just that easily kept?

he considered this quietly. what kind of pleasure? and what is a mazoi?