Bramblepoint somethin' late at night

He rarely ventured inland, much preferring the coastal areas. They had a certain je ne sais quoi. But Yeet was nothing if not curious. And reckless. Especially after Yolo literally fucked off, the little daredevil couldn’t resist the urge to visit the site of the rumble and crash.

It took him a while to pinpoint the location. What he found was a crumbling mountain and not much else. He spotted a wolf or two but was so disappointed by his findings, he couldn’t even bring himself to heckle them. They looked a lot like he felt: mopey.

He thought of his brother, achingly at first, then angrily. But all that wrath evaporated when he unexpectedly spotted him– or so Yeet thought– through the trees ahead to the south.

“YOLO!” Yeet bellowed, all his hurts forgotten. “MY MAN!”