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

He takes a beat to decide how to word what he wants to say. "Not necessarily," is eventually what he decides on, but he knows it does not encompass entirely what he thinks about the matter and this lack of true conviction may bleed onto his tone to the most attentive of ears. He feels.. he is unfit for the role of dutiful pack wolf, not when he has to work hard just to remember his name on a bad day. Inari fears having his weaknesses cost him, or his pack -- his comrades.

Then, on remembering, his expression is decidedly furrowed. "Not much else beside the mountain claim and a black-coated female leading it," he explains quietly in a measured voice because as always, he does not intend to stir up too many other questions. At this point, he doesn't know if he's looking for his mother's mountain or his sister's and by now, on the back-end of all his forgetting, they've admittedly begun to bleed together. The description matches both and he knows he'd be glad to stumble across either of them -- but he feels deep down that he is far closer to one than the other just by the way it feels here. It's this vague hope that has him glancing towards the dark Steady, curious for any hint of recognition in any manner.