Seaside Moors a weak and repellent man at his worst

colt briggs would have been dead surprised had he known heph had sussed him out that quick. though lately he hadn't been one to hide things, let alone his title. 
but colt knew nothing, and so only cocked a hip and pretended to survey the landscape. "elk. couple goats, deer. once a big ol' badger," he grinned toward the woman who was his audience.
"rabbits."
"yew interested in comin' along?" colt asked next, sauntering forward another few steps.