Broken Boulder from rags to recovery

The girl, of course, pitched a fit. Her hysterics would no doubt bring the bossman coming and Arcas couldn't really afford that right now, but he also really needed to piss so while she did her thing, he did his.

His stiff-legged saunter took him a few wolf-lengths away in to the bushes. After a careful perusal of his surroundings (in case he'd found his way back in to the bramble patch where his damn leg had gotten snared the night before) he found a decent patch of earth and let 'er rip. The strong scent of fresh golden shower emanated through the woods, doing its part as a segment of the borders.