The Sunspire spire of might with a row of stars

He's consumed enough with his labyrinthine thoughts and trying to make sense of what loomed ahead that he didn't notice the other wolf's approach until she was already zeroed in on him. Inari turned his head first and the rest of him was slow to follow. While he shifted, he sunk his posture down to one of utmost neutrality -- one almost unnecessarily appeasing to a complete stranger with no distinguishing scents about her. His encounters haven't been good, lately, so he's swift to use excessive caution. But the more he sees of her, the more she looks like she may not have the energy to expend on him. 

He whines a tiny greeting and sweeps his ears back against his head, all while wondering if maybe he should recognize her. He doesn't, of course, and opens his mouth with intention to ask why she's here too but he doesn't manage to actually say anything. With worried eyes, maybe he can still get a piece of his point through to her.