Firefly Glen due to an internal explosion, it breaks into two parts

Yosemite gave a frenetic wiggle of satisfaction when his offering was accepted. He wasn't good at very many things — and especially, he was not good at very many useful things — but he knew a little about plants, and that had been able to help Nine. He hoped. It felt like a small step toward repaying his debt of gratitude, and another small step paved on the road to Everlasting Friendship, which was, of course, the boy's goal.

"Alright," he easily agreed, popping to his paws and swaying slightly as he got his bearings. He was happy with Nine's decision, because dead things could not be scared away by a bit of conversation. Too, he had decided he would trust that, if Nine said something was good to eat, it really was good to eat. No one made it this far without knowing good meat from bad meat, right?

The boy lifted his long, ruddy nose into the breeze and then ended up following after Nine when he seemed quite ready to depart. "How come your nose is all crooked?" he asked guilelessly.