After leaving the Plateau behind, he had gone back to hide on the Spire until he gathered up enough courage and energy to depart again.. which did take him some time. He's still mortified by what Cicero expects of him, but at most times, he does still remember it -- even if it took him often repeating the names and place so many times that he can't count it anymore. But, it is marginally hopeful for him that he can do at least that. 

So with a morning of lucky hunting keeping hunger at bay, he sets out again. This time, Inari moves towards the east down what he considers the backend of the Spire and as soon as he seems to open up his stride, a pack claim begins to tickle his nose. This sends him veering north towards a different mountain because he's feeling wholly unprepared for that, and so soon. Once there, Inari sulks around the base of Apikuni, constantly glancing towards the landscape the pack claimed as he does. He tries to pull it together.

But. Cicero. Blackfeather. Information. He shivers involuntarily, and lowers his nose carefully to the ground to study the wolf scents as he edges slightly closer to the pack. Trepidation keeps his paws heavy, so he doesn't really get far, not knowing what kinds of wolves may lurk in these parts.

He creeps a little closer and tries desperately to remember. Inari knows this is not all he is. He was once so much more than a shriveled lost ghost and at his best of times, he can almost feel how it used to be. If only he could take hold of it again, he wonders if maybe that strength would be enough to return him.

His silvered furs shift and he realizes with a sharp breath in that he is not alone. On the wolf's approach, creamy shades catch his eye and the pack scent he has been focusing on it all the more prevalent now, as well as mixed with this stranger male's personal touch. Inari fans his ears back and adopts a neutral posture in light of the blank word set out in front of him. "Greetings," he says, doing what he can to keep his nervousness at bay, but it shows in him licking his lips. "You are of the pack..?" he asks, hesitance threatening to quiver his words. He knows by scent it is true, but he is pressing gently to learn more -- even if it is only a name to match to the place, or the wolf. He will take what he can get.

Inari watches carefully, and the question does make him wonder if his wording was confusing.. because he had not meant it to be, but this would not be the first time it had happened anyway. Then, he follows the cream wolf's glance back towards the direction of the pack, and that has him nodding to confirm it. "Ah.. yes," he says with more conviction than he actually feels. His blood's running cold already and it's far to easy to imagine all the ways this encounter is going to go oddly. Most of them do, and he is an especially unlucky sort lately.

"I was looking for a mountain pack, but I believe they have moved on.." he decides to reveal after a measured breath in, attempting to see if that would mean anything to the stranger at all. That was what had brought him to the Sunspire initially, even if he did forget this at times, so it was because of that reason that he lingered as he did.

Inari still feels wary, but it is a perpetual feeling in these days. He knows he's probably suspicious in his own way, although he hopes that by appearing as painfully neutral as he could, it may make the pack wolves a little more receptive to him. Honestly, he meant no harm and in his shape alone, he was an honest threat to so few.

"I found the one by a ridge.. but do not know much else about them. I steered clear of them," the pale wolf admits with a touch of disappointment in his minty eyes. "I do not think they are the ones I was looking for.." but then again, he has not looked closely because he had been too scared to go close (not on that day, anyway). Nothing about what he did catch of their scents inspired familiarity to encourage him. "This is the first I have smelled yours.. what is it called?" he asks, and shivers not long after as its difficult to rein in his uncertainties and seem like he may know what he's doing here.

Inari's ears shift, and the name strikes him in a weird way and he tries not to wear this on his expression. He has to stall for a minute to figure out why it was something.. and he hesitantly peers towards the pack lands of the creamy wolf. "As in... dragon god?" he asks very hesitantly, unsure if his translation stands true or that he had even heard properly. He can only remember fragments of the language of his ancestors, and certainly not enough to form a real sentence, but what he does have is.. something. It almost feels good to remember it, too.

"I am Inari," he answers, a name without any frills or accessory titles. He simply was.

Confirmation follows and Inari feels a trill of satisfaction in it, however trivial it may be. He also plans to do what he can to remember that name, and enjoys that it is simple enough. "No.. I could just recognize the word's.. meaning," he answers with a furrow of his brow, even if he is uncertain how to word it. As he speaks, he glances back towards the direction of the claim then skyward briefly to see where the sun sat in the sky. But, he's not a good judge of time. He hopes the cream-coated Leo is not.. feeling burdened by his company for this long.. despite it not truly being that lengthy of a stay; it feels like it has been to him, though.

Inari also hopes he is not seeming suspicious by recognizing the word. It has occurred to him a beat later that it might, so his ears splay back anxiously. "This is the first I have heard of it, name included.." as if that may soften it any for him, the sterling male is not sure, but he is wondering how to proceed now.