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

At Nine's reluctant invitation, Yosemite felt obliged to move closer, although he did so quite hesitantly. Even though Nine had been quite good to him thus far, he didn't want to overstep any boundries and put himself in the doghouse. If he ended up on the outs with Nine, he'd be all on his own again, and Yosemite just didn't think he could take it.

He snagged a section of ribcage that'd come mostly loose and retreated a few feet away to gnaw at the drying, stringy meat that the buzzards had left for them. With some rabbit still stewing in his stomach, he was able to eat more slowly, and to keep an eye on his surroundings as he did. More specifically, he kept an eye on Nine, knowing that it was important for the other male to eat something now that he'd ingested the poppy seeds.

When the meal seemed mostly to be finished, he sat cleaning his face and paws, still side-eyeing the other wolf.

"Where are we going, anyway?" he asked the older male, wondering where Nine had been heading before they ran into each other. He hoped it was a better answer than the sad east that had been Yosemite's destination ever since leaving home.