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

His eyes stay on the dark wolf, noting his size and deep darkness of his plush fur most of all although intently avoiding his face. Inari then wants to relax more at the sound of a friendly greeting, but he still proceeds carefully. The mention of a mountain does.. vaguely interest him. It is one of the very few pieces of the original search he still can keep in the back of his mind.

"Inari," he provides in return with a quick gesture towards his chest -- himself, of all things, despite his sometimes detachment from the matter. His posture stays right on the edge of a somewhat submissive neutral but slowly, he may warm up. "Of nowhere right now.." he adds softly because this seems like something he should give as the black male -- Steady, rather -- since had done so readily for him already. "Which mountain is that?" he asks with a subtle inflection of genuine curiosity.