Broken Boulder veränderung

With nowhere to go but forward, Arcas ambled along.

The young man came striding through the wood with a hitch to his step, a band of red streaking down a hind limb. Thorns crusted the wound and a vine wrapped the ankle like barbed wire, its teeth set firmly where he had tried to tug it loose—only managing to worsen the opposite length.

Arcas had spent the better part of the previous night trying to find his way through the woods, only to trap himself in a briar patch. By that morning he had chewed through the worst of it. Bloodied gums awoke a hunger in him that could not be easily abated. In all, the young man's attempt at dispersal had gone quite awry, though it put him a path towards the segmented boulder.

Ignorant to the other man present for the first while, Arcas lingered near one side of the massive stone plinth where it rested,  noticing a trail of darkness leading under it—and as he turned to hobble on his way, he saw the grim hunch of another wolf. They were quite a ways off, prowling a patch of sparsely growing nettles.

He was unsure of himself, being injured, and so he stooped and lay prone near one of the stone halves, watching the other in silence.