Broken Boulder the sweet far thing

Finishing what remained of the robin with a crunchy crunch-crunch, Ico swallowed the meagre bird meat and tried to feel satisfied. But as he continued on through the grey afternoon, his delicate paws leaving light prints in the fallen snow, he knew he couldn't go on like this much longer. But! He had to remain positive. At least a little.

What was this, for example...? The curious youth trotted up towards the great boulder than had become visible through the conifers, and raised a forepaw as he hovered near the spectacle. "Split in twain? But how?" he murmured softly to himself.