That's a NICE Boulder

So that was a stranger. Wendigo wandered over to Sparrow. He stopped in front of her and looked up at her, a feat that required him to lean way back since he'd gotten close, and then his gaze swept down to stop at her paws. It was a quick full body look over that didn't give him nearly enough info so he did it again. The second time his eyes were on her paws he noticed they were different. Naturally his focus went there. "Oh yours are better than mine!" He held up one his his paws so she could see his stubby, dull nails. They had been worn down by his frequent climbs up and down the rocks and were so short the hair that grew around them nearly hid them from view.