All at once, Kichiro lifted his head and look towards the east. Almost as if a voice had cried out, seeming to come from a great distance. It spoke of pain and loss, of death and rage... But then the sensation passed, leaving the young man with a feeling of confusion about why he had lifted his head in the first place. Ranna shifted with the changing of his mood, lifting her great head from her paws to look back at her brother, twitching her ears with curiosity.

"What troubles you Kichiro?" She asked softly, her nose twitching as she sniffed at the air in search of a threat.

"... I'm not sure." He responded slowly, shaking his head once before turning to gaze out at the falling rain. "Something has happened though. Something bad..."

A low rumble of a growl bubbled up in the wolf's chest, her muzzle wrinkling. "Are father and Ichira in danger?" Beneath her white fur, her muscles tensed, preparing to spring into action at a moments notice.

Kichiro hastily soothed his sister by running his hands over her neck and chest, giving his head a sharp shake. "No. I don't think so. I'm not even sure something is really wrong. Just a feeling I had..." He reassured, feeling the gradual relaxation of muscles beneath his fingers.

Ranna growled again, turning her own brilliant eyes outwards towards the storm herself, paws shifting uneasily. She didn't quite understand how her brother knew something was wrong, couldn't say for certain that he was telling the truth about their family, but she couldn't deny the taste of tension in the air, something carried to them by the storm's wind that spoke of ill tidings... "... Perhaps it is simply the great spirit tiring of all this rain." She murmured after a moment, settling her head back onto her front legs. After all, Kichiro said that he wasn't quite sure he had really even sense danger.

"Or perhaps  [I]I'm[/I] just tired of it. I feel as if I will never be properly dry again." Kichiro responded with a small chuckle, earning a rumbling of laughter from the wolf,  instantaneously dispelling the uncertainty that had begun to saturate the mood.