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

It is in his nature to be careful, but he soon begins to think there is a little more. Everything about this seems light, warm -- perhaps dashed with some subtle invitation easing him between the lines. It's that which helped him keep his steps aimed forward closer to the stranger just a bit. While wariness is not hard to leave behind entirely, everything about this wolf seem to speak of no harm him. Inari gives a thoughtful look when he does speak, his ears go swinging greedily at the sound of the greeting. His tail picks up a more vigorous wave and nod. Likewise.

"To where?" he cants his head before he finds himself reaching a paw forward into motion, with the rest of himself moving just after. He is content in this way, soothed somehow by the landscape passing underfoot, and neither does he mind following.