Ocean's Breath Plateau john barleycorn was dead

His brother had turned up eventually, only to inform Yeet he’d found himself a lady friend. He was a married man now, with a family on the way, peace! He was relieved Yolo wasn’t dead, yet weeks passed and still the cross fox reeled from the abrupt abandonment after years of being two peas in a pod.

Yeet remained on the coast, wandering aimlessly and feeling sorry for himself. Maybe he should find a chick and knock her up too. But Yeet had never wanted a wife or kids. He just wanted Yolo back.

He trudged along a familiar footpath cutting between the plateau to the southwest and the burnt forest to the northeast. It would lead to the cliffs overlooking the sea. He moved in a sort of absent daze, caring little about his surroundings.

But then there was a distant flash and rumble, which made Yeet blink and look over his shoulder, eyes sharp. He quickly scrambled toward higher ground to get a better look. He ignored the scents of wolves as he climbed the bedrock, craning to look almost due south.