Seaside Moors a weak and repellent man at his worst

Heph nodded and took her own grip on the remaining goat, beginning the journey back. While the sand of the bay made the work hard it was something she had grown accustomed to since living in Moontide and help made the work easier. Reaching the edge of the plains she let down her own load, close enough to the borders and with only open stretches of land she could manage herself. "Thanks for the hunt and for the help."

"If you wander this far again send me a holler and we can see if we get so lucky a second time." While the plateau held a cliff she thought their chances of running deer off of that were less than driving them out towards the water. But the style of hunting had been exciting as it had been rewarding.