There was something unsettling about the night, something in the air and Yato wasn't sure what it was exactly. "It's like a storm is brewing." He murmured, leaning over the railing on the deck.

Except he didn't see one, and hadn't seen any signs of any since he'd arrived which was troubling and disturbing all at once. The howl caught him off-guard and he tilted his head.

Dark creatures while not entirely ayakashi would likely be able to find him. He smells very strongly of something sweet. Tasty. Delicious.

He was distracted, trying to get a sense of where it was coming from.