Seaside Moors a weak and repellent man at his worst

The last stretch of slope was slick with blood and the hair of the mountain goats, steeper than the rest and Heph hesitated at the edge of the change in slope. Juding the distance she gathered her haunches behind her and jumped, landing with a thud that had her stumbling forward a few steps, but ending up near the carcasses. Briefly, her gaze went towards the coast.

The jump punched a breathy chuckle from her lungs. "Wherever they'll be wanting something from you are you from them?" She surveyed the three bodies, one of the males breathed shallowly and she seized the jugular, weak token struggles before it too stilled.