Seaside Moors a weak and repellent man at his worst

heph was growing on him, and colt in his weakness allowed for a pretty mental image of them continuing to do this for a bit, hunt up the coast. and more. but he dispelled it by the scent on her coat. she was a pack wolf and he was only beholden to himself.
"reckon i kin be whatever's needed. wanted." scree threatened to dump colt down a slope; he steadied himself. smears of blood told where the goats had been wounded, at least one of them. "jack of all trades'n such."