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

The dark wolf appears comfortable as he exudes just enough friendliness for this encounter to not make the sterling loner feel overwhelmed. He does not have it in him to quite match the warmth he had, but he swayed his tail gently and bows his muzzle as to if say likewise. A good encounter is useful to him and meeting decent company is not something he should shy from.

Inari, however, does momentarily glance away at his question and his ears shift towards a splay. "A little of both," he decides to answer with a low sigh. Chance landed him here, but his choices keep him on his own because so far, luck has been just kind enough to allow him to survive on his own. He doesn't want to rouse the pack wolf's suspicions in any way, so hopes an in-between answer works well enough for him.

His minty eyes follow Steady's gesture and he peers into that horizon and nods. "I see," he says thoughtfully and finds himself thankful of the prompt, informative response. He will remember it, though, even if it is not quite what he seeks. "I was looking for a mountain pack once, but the name of yours is not seeming familiar," he shakes his head softly and inwardly feels a little somber at the mention of his search in past tense.