Hoshor Plains Some people feel rain, others just get wet.

Knowing that soon, he will need to find Blackfeather's Woods to hopefully locate Cicero, he is pulled to the western side of the Sunspire down into the flatlands. He does remember the directions, still, but with it being a road untraveled, he cannot help but be uncertain. Maybe.. it would not be a bad idea to go there early.. He travels delicately with distinct trepidation in his pawsteps forward as he seeks any trace of familiarity, even beneath a steady shower of rain. The silvered loner is not bothered by that, at least and continues on.

Inari's ears cup forward, and a dark silhouette appears in his line of sight. His route was already aligning him with crossing paths and by now, he fears that turning away may only rouse more suspicion in him. So, he approaches slowly with his posture low-slung, but curious of the unfamiliar presence. He chuffs softly and keeps several lengths of distance between them until he knows how the stranger may receive him.