The Sunspire go straight at the sun

Perhaps subtly he did invite. He did not do so consciously, but he felt his blood swimming with something unknown, and something mysterious -- all more than just the mountain's air could do, not that he is even that high up yet. He's does not find it to be a bad sensation, by any means, and his eyes are wide at the sight of such a wolf up close, approaching even -- although with a mindfulness he'd not expected, but appreciates it wholly. It lets him ease into this notion, and see his every aspect in full. Somehow, his scars, his lack of eye, are not yet what draws his attention most of all. They're not so unlike his own, although he suspects a better victory in them than his.

His ears fan and oh, the imposing creature is close, yet not he does not find himself worried. The air may shift, and after long enough it's far closer than any average would usually come with him so undisturbed. Inari reaches out to draw deep, investigative breaths of his own now that proximity is in their favor. He can't help it, and is glad that he did, even if the wolf's sheer presence splays his ears and makes him feel like he is in the company of some great counterbalance to a force he does not see. What this is, or how he can justify this, he'll never know.

"I did not know you would.. know this place?" Inari's words are quiet, but spoken just a hair away from his earthy furs. There is no need for more than this, he feels, and maybe better understands why he felt like he had to finally come back here to help himself mend. "Why do you come here?" he breathes, curiously in awe as he finds the courage to search his features now, up close.