Sunbeam Lair natural obsolescence

He stayed rooted where he was for quite some time and were it not for the cold winds, he thought for a fleeting second that he might not ever budge. When he finally tired of squinting against the chill, he managed a great sigh then picked up a shred of momentum to attempt to start onward--with no choice but to do so. He only made a few minuscule steps before his eyes found her, however, and this halted him immediately once again.

Delicately, he finished his last pawstep in slow motion, and watched her carefully as he did. He came as no stranger to all shades of reactions, and always, he sought to keep them as minimal; usually, he had little business with others anyway and it did him well to try to keep it this way.

Instinctively, his ears pulled back and his head sunk down--once the initial start of a stranger's presence wore off, and he could begin to get a grasp on the situation now that it extended past himself. 

So, since her chuff made him think she was amicable enough, he ventured forth a greeting of his own after a quiet, deep breath of his own: "Hail," he murmured, then chanced a more earnest glance at her finer details. Nothing seemed familiar, by sight nor scent (as well as he could tell from here). Inari was fine to be a no-one, though. "Passing through?" For lack of any specifics, it might help him find out more. Knowing nothing else about her, he left it at that for now.