Seaside Moors a weak and repellent man at his worst

sledging bodies was a skill colt only possessed because he was a dire sort who had cleaned up enough scenes since boyhood. he laid his chosen goat upon a slick of bark and covered it with a windfall of fresh leaves.
"that'll keep till i get back," colt grunted, and circled the second of the animals. "lead on. i'll foller."
with luck he could be back in an hour or so and fetch his own around. for now he was committed to the end of this task.