Seaside Moors a weak and repellent man at his worst

heph was careful but he could sense in her the rising energy that marked a hunter. and the fact she had considered the same also intrigued colt. mayhaps over a meal he might try and get to know her better.
or, at least find out about from where she hailed.
he started them at a jog which broke into a trot, then a run. the goats bleated and scattered, but snaps of harsh yellow teeth drove them into a stampede, their original quarry among the number.
"yeehaw! git on, git!" colt shouted into the teeth of the wind.