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

He nodded. In time sounded good. It was better than never, and that, he could grasp onto for the time being.

Then, the mountain wolf began to take his leave. Inari understood. "Likewise," he said with a deep nod. "Thank you," he also added while he turned. To him, it almost felt out of place but he was genuine about it; Steady had given him the time of day and it was a strange feeling in his lonely little turn around the sun. He would also keep the wolf's offers in mind, and for that, he had to grateful.

The silver loner heads off, eventually moving back towards the Spire's foothills.