Shadow Mountain you are coming down with me, hand in unlovable hand

He roamed. For now, it was far more peaceful than his recent weeks. Less frantic, less about covering the miles and more about.. himself. He sometimes had to remember to mind his own needs, especially when the other pressures bore down greater than others. Now it was better, but October had reminded him of what was to come and what that would mean for him. The nights cooled accordingly and Inari dreaded what was to come. Last winter had been.. relatively mild, if his pieces of memories could be trusted in full. Could he bank on it happening again? And if so, what would be the cost this time? Inari grimaced at the thought, and contemplated his own growing hunger. With nothing else to do, he kicked up to a greater pace and trekked on along towards the mountain's base.

At ease here, despite the relative unfamiliarity, he didn't feel compelled to take his time. Jogging on, he passed over the scenery for a long time undisturbed. It's eventually a dark silhouette that pulls him up to a stop, lest he go barging into crossing their paths. Inari knew better.

For the time being he is content to keep a little distance between them, but he is curious. Winds are not working in his favor either, so it's not a well-informed curiosity. He sees what he can do. But, he takes a deep breath then strides forward with a soft chuff to engage the unfamiliar male. Inari may as well. His pathways have no other purpose, and his hunts will continue with or without.