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

By all means! He explodes into the tail end of Yosemite's uncertainty with all the grace of a derailed locomotive, cheeks puffed out in a sigh that would've been pensive on anyone else's face. Lead the way, good sir.

The mountains ahead of them are veiled with muted blues and purples and they blur into the shape of a primordially massive backbone. Underfoot, a sleeping beast.

Nine Lives, intimate with the outdoors, judges it to be about half a day's travel, maybe a bit more with his stiff leg. He raises his snout and takes a deep sniff much like how a hiker would lick his pinkie finger and raise it to the air.

Along the way, he's rehearsing what to say and how to look in front of the supposed mountain wolves. What's going through his head is something like this, repeated over and over: I'm Nine Lives, this is Jojo, we were wonderin'— we were wonderin' if we could maybe...stick around for a while...