Seaside Moors a weak and repellent man at his worst

heph's teeth flashed. her voice was filled with the wild hunting they had done. colt flashed a yellowed smirk. "we'll go all slow-like, hmm?" his sharp eyes looked for a safer descent, a stone-lined path.
"not made fer cliffs nor mountains," colt declared. "not made fer anywhere in truth, but i been everywhere all the same."
a teasing drawl to cover his own fear.