Wild Berry Meadow reweave

His eyes follow her gesture and he listens carefully in a desperate attempt to commit it to memory: a family southwest of here, a pack implied, so he would be wise to not encroach. Plus, perhaps, in some way this could be useful information. Without a directive in mind when he went scouting for his new pack, Inari would just collect the generalities if he could.

He motioned only with a small nod. "I have wandered far, but winter led me to a pack in the mountains," Inari provided in exchange but remained unable to exactly say he was not sure why he was here at all. He never knew if anything would, or could, last. "Scouting neutral places seems right when I cannot stand to stay so still," he rolled his shoulders. The Lair was beautiful and resourceful, but he knew he invited bad luck if he didn't maintain motion somehow, and often he wished his reason for finding the pack at all was still there with him. "Why are you not with your.. new family?" Did purpose, duty, or otherwise drive her out here into the chill? But the question may be more direct than she could be willing to humor from a nameless face like his.