Herbalists' Cache but it seems like a thousand years

His nose is contentedly overworking and soon suspicion sparks a rush of worry. He may be distracted by the scents of new growth, but too paranoid to ever feel entirely unguarded. Inari's paws slow with hesitance and in that breath, he sees the broad male's approach as it comes right for him. His ears fan back immediately at the sound of the stranger's bark and his head sinks down defensively over his neck, although this motion is slower. I am wary everything about him says, but he does not outright flee or posture otherwise since the wolf gives him no reason to do so. He aims to exude neutrality, with vague enough curiosity to keep him here to see this out as he watches the other with narrowed eyes.

For a greeting, Inari chuffs softly, although it's only a note above a sigh. He doesn't recognize the scents on him very well, either, so he had no clue as to why he'd singled him out -- unless he had unknowingly traipsed into his business here (considering the worth of this place to the right individual), which was a realization that came with the dread creeping up on him now.