Broken Boulder with everything falling down around me, i'd like to believe

edit: forward-dated to the morning after this thread

At some point, he and Lanawyn had parted ways— he crept off to the safety of his den, shaking and hollow. Nightmares plagued his sleep that night; it was the first of many restless nights, though Alarian was unaware of that now. He thrashed fitfully for several beats, and awoke with a start to darkness. Swallowing hard, he pulled himself wearily to his feet and paced until the first rays of sunlight broke the darkness of his den.
He stepped from his den to watch the sun rise, wincing. Though it had been over a month, the Governor's limp persisted— it drove him crazy. Perhaps in time he would get used to it; the thought came to him somewhat miserably. He had never been particularly vain, but it was a harsh blow to his self-image.
Alarian closed his eyes under the growing warmth for several minutes. No thoughts came to him, then. It was a lovely, if exhausted, sort of peace. Even if he knew eventually, he would have to move.
At some point, he did. The groaning of his stomach, more plaintive with each passing day, finally drove him to action. The scent of hare was on the wind, more tantalizing than usual. He trailed it slowly at first, picking carefully through the grass. Hunger eventually sped his pace until the boy was upon his prey. A snap of his jaws around the neck ended it quickly, but the taste of blood immediately made him nauseous. Alarian dropped the hare, appetite lost, and stared at it in disgust and frustration. No food today, either. He could not recall exactly how long it had been, but he was thinner already; noticeably, as he had already been slim.
It would make a decent offering, at least. After several beats, he retrieved the rejected hare and turned to trail another scent. He had been meaning to find @Delight anyway; at least he would have something to bring him. Trying his best to look less miserable than he felt, Alarian set off in pursuit of his friend-slash-co-leader.