Seaside Moors a weak and repellent man at his worst

the disreputable man woke as they often did: easily and comfortably.
colt scratched his hinds and yawned; he smacked his lips and then rose to itch his back along a sapling. 
today he announced his hunting to no one; he left the isle behind and ranged up toward the coast, stopping in a wide field of salt-lavender as he sniffed the heavy brine of the ocean on the air.
what was across all that water? colt wondered idly, scarlet eyes looking for any signs of life hearabouts.