Mount Apikuni it's yours to find

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.