Through the energy and chaos around them, Kurama's voice whispering his name reached him and pulled him closer to the kitsune in ways that mattered more than physically. He responded by whispering Kurama's name, his true name, not the identities he'd assumed nor the pet name Kusuriyuri had given him.

The storm was reaching its climax, dying out though it struggled to continue on. It refused to die quietly. It would rage until it had nothing left, rage until the fire was gone out of the air, leaving the night time cold. It promised the first frost of the season in its wake. But for now, it raged.