Broken Boulder blutzahn

Arcas could appreciate that, he thought. Better to depend on oneself than anyone else. That was a sentiment he could stand behind. It was different from the codependence his father fostered back at home; Arcas felt briefly justified in his refusal to take any wives from his father's extensive collection in that moment.
The question was met with a small scoff.
I got all turned around in the woods, next thing I knew, thorns everywhere. Brambleworks. Whatever you want to call it. He did not want to admit that he had been trapped there for a few days by the time Mahler had found him - perhaps that was evidenced by how deep the thorns had cut in to his hock, or the state of the wound. Nasty stuff, that. Managed to break some of the thinner pieces and uproot an old vine or two, took a lot of work to get free... And I'm mighty glad you came by when you did.