Blackfeather Woods lay your hands on me while i'm bleeding dry

It hurt him to realize conditions were even worse than he'd thought, but it did steel his resolve and make him believe that moving on for now was the right choice. He wasn't sure what it may have in store for him, or where exactly he may go. He only had to go. Inari feared he would waste away to dust if he didn't.

Suddenly, he was at a little bit of a loss as to how he wished his farewell to go, and why he was holding onto some fleeting attachment at all. "I hope so too." Inari murmured, and dipped his muzzle as well. With that, it was all he had. He passed one last lingering look over Cicero then turned as well, eager to put distance between himself and the boundaries of the pack and happy to travel just a little lighter now.