Seaside Moors a weak and repellent man at his worst

"not long," colt said in his characteristically vague way. "handful'o weeks. wasn't plannin' on stayin' so long. yew know how it is." or maybe she didn't, the pretty, watchful heph with her easy humour.
"not accustomed to th'sea," briggs admitted. the scent of goat thickened in the air, but he paused to set his gaze on the ocean a minute before they pressed on.
a herd, a small one, but with good-sized individuals. colt began to test each track for signs of injury or sickness.