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

His mood lightens slow but surely when the sheepish smile and good shake says to him that Ukko's fine -- now having a name like that to think of him by does help, too, and the sterling male hopes it can stick. He doesn't want to forget any of this. It has been better, lately, he can reason. However, he doesn't let that distract him and steps forward, reaching to bump his muzzle against Ukko's not too long after he'd stepped back himself. Inari hopes it is not out of bounds either, but he is relieved he is not hurt and shows it simply.

He also catches himself lingering and wondering what the scents on his fur meant exactly. Chief among it seemed to be when and where he would return to, for it seemed to suggest he belonged to somewhere. Inari's next moves were as vague as always: back to the Sunspire's lower meadows until winter chased him away. Ukko's was probably much different. Or it was quite possible he was looking unnecessarily into it. So he supposed, and with a thoughtful furrow, he almost wanted to ask it as he searched his face instead. Inari just waved his tail and let himself get distracted by the orange in his new friend's eyes.

In an effort to not make his loitering quite so obvious, he slipped forward just a little more to plant a nip on his shoulder. With the next few strides, he spun away and waved his tail invitingly. If he could coax him forward, into more play or just company, he'd maybe know just a little more. He hoped he could. He would enjoy it however he was able to have it and simply yearned desperately to keep this memory close to him.