Broken Boulder veränderung

The man, in time, came to the splitting point and watched him. When he spoke it was with authority; Arcas shifted his weight almost like he was shrugging to show his indifference to the project, but as the news sank in he took a breath and lurched to his feet again. 

Oh. The young man chuffed with a frown, though the look was dull, his grey eyes hazy and tired.

The stranger was close enough for Arcas to get a good look at him. He could ascertain his health based on the quality and lustre of his dark coat, close enough even to see the salt and pepper lining parts of his face.
As Arcas did not feel confident enough to look him eye-to-eye, his gaze dropped swiftly to the shadows following the cleave of the stone.

I was hoping to rest a moment... but I will go. Arcas murmured as he struggled to balance himself.
He took a few steps, the hitch of his snared ankle more prominent, and slowly made his way until he was a wolf-length from his initial resting place.