Broken Boulder It started off warm

Anargul was in a different area of the wilds now, but she couldn’t care less. She trudged along, her old limbs tired and slow, and mostly wondered how she was still alive. Her lip curled at the scent of another wolf ahead and she looked up to see a strange boulder sitting before her. A male wolf was looking at it, not seeming to pay her any attention. She stopped where she was, not wishing to get any closer to the male. She didn’t care about the monolith itself, so she just stared around at nothing, taking in nothing, but hyper-aware of the presence of the other wolf. He smelled of others. Did that mean a pack was nearby? Oh, great.