Wild Berry Meadow reweave

With his pace easing back, his focus spread from travel to taking it all in as he prowled. From all he had seen so far, it seemed a nice meadow -- nice enough for him to notice game tracks, seemingly undisturbed. Had it been springtime, he would guess it might have even been called lush here. Now with all the snow, everything felt so subdued and washed out by its overwhelming presence.

Inari's ears flicked forward when he started to notice he was not alone any longer. Her chuff and tail wave seemed neutral enough to not immediately raise his alarms, so he angled subtly closer so he may find out more about her. He carried his typical wariness at the sight of meeting anyone new, especially in Blackfeather's neighborhood, and tipped his muzzle in way of greeting. "Hail," he offered next, settling her thin form with a curious look. Either the wind did not favor him, or he just didn't know what he was smelling, but he wasn't finding her packscent to be awfully familiar to him. "Do you know this place?" he asked.