The rain that had been threatening finally swept in, sheets of water washing over the forest, dripping from the leaves, collecting in puddles, and creating a pleasant pattering as it washed over the stone outside the cave. Kichiro leaned his back comfortably against Ranna's warm bulk as he took a minute to watch the drops falling from the sky, The sound of his sister's deep breathing regular and comforting. Marron had taken Ichira out running only a moment before, planning on doing some scouting for the approaching humans, hoping to gather intelligence on how long it would take them to reach the cliffs, but Ranna had volunteered to stay behind with her brother, nursing a set of bruised and partially healed ribs she had received on their last hunting trip. Kichiro had stayed behind because he didn't want to leave his sister alone, not that he would admit that to her and risk getting a taste of her teeth, but instead insisted on the excuse that he wanted to mend a hole in his second pair of pants. The leather leggings lay over his crossed legs, forgotten for the moment as he ran the fingers of one hand through the fur at Ranna's neck, enjoying the rain with her.

"I hope that father gets the chance to bite off that man's head when you attack in a few days." He murmured softly after a moment, a surge of anger washing through his system at the idea of the Lord of Iron Town and his plans to destroy the forest.

Ranna sighed beneath him, but seemed to regret the choice is she winced at the pain it sent through her chest. "Yes... If he can, it will make life so much easier." She agreed, a growl rumbling up in her throat accompanying the words.

Kichiro curled back his upper lip. "But if our plan fails, I will need your help to get inside the walls so that I can do it myself." He growled, His hand reaching for a knife he had tied at his waist. The only reason he kept the man-made object around, though it thoroughly disgusted him, was the lack of his own fangs in his body, the absence of claws.

Turning her fierce yellow gaze onto her brother, Ranna wrinkled her muzzle to expose her glittering white teeth. "I swear to aid you my brother." She vowed, growling still more loudly.

Flooded with feelings of gratitude and satisfaction, Kichiro pressed his face into the soft fur at the she wolf's neck, envisioning the satisfying bite of his steel into the skin of the man's throat who wanted to destroy his home  as the rain continued to fall.