Broken Boulder veränderung

staying vague

wylla was gone.
he had awoken in the late morning, smearing sleep from his eyes. he had not dreamt; his limbs were heavy with slumber.
she would not be coming back. a truth repeated. perhaps already she had found the man who would build a more steadying future with her, and he turned to ice at the thought.
takiyok's defection, the memory of it, angered mahler as he ate a solitary breakfast near the grotto. he pushed himself into a run, breathing the wintry air, and then descended on a whim into the valley below.
it was the bypass he wanted, the only piece of land for whom his heart truly pined. but he discovered a long-standing pack there, and he without the numbers to challenge. his days of being a subordinate were far behind him, and so he pressed upward and on, following the tangled woodline with the stark mountains behind.
quite on accident he discovered the wide boulder with its split; further inspection revealed the unused caverns below the earth. a great change indeed from living upon a mountain, but here was shelter from the elements. the forest behind held the spoor of elk and pronghorn. and their flanks would be well-guarded.
mahler moved through the clearing, considering it.