[Kamui has no choice, as always, to do anything but listen alert to the shift of rubble and the movements of those who would approach this place. He's defensive, in full form, though without any actual means to ward off danger it meant very little. Never mind that this time, the faintest warning goes off at the back of his mind, becoming increasingly louder as Seishirou comes closer, and closer still.]
[Until it hits him and his large eyes go wide, aglow with anger once the magic from him registers as undeniably that of a hunter, unable to bite back the warning rumble of a growl in his throat. While in contrast the cave itself welcomes him as though he were coming home, the only sort of person that such magic would be fully inviting towards.]