Herbalists' Cache but it seems like a thousand years

His ears splay and the investigation he is subject to deepens to touch, which he receives just as silent as before. He moves to deeper breath of scent from the stranger being in this close, but every move of his is subtle and careful, down to the flare of his nostrils. Inari does not reach out much himself, and lets the wolf get what he seeks in the ruff of his furs -- or so he hopes. He's caught up in following his moves, curious and intent as the sensation of unfamiliarity reigns as it so often does for him.

"Only enough to know of its worth," he shakes his head gently, anyone with a nose half as good as his could discern this. His relationship with this swatch of landscape is fresh and he knows so very little of its depths. He's.. liking it so far, though, even if it is reminding him of something he cannot seem to recall in full.

But why is he alone? He is unsure and glances away, nervously licking his lips although he musters some hesitant tail-switches at the sight of the other's open waves. "I was looking for something. It is easier for me.. to travel alone," he justifies himself.