The rain pounded the leaves of the trees, and the thunder seemed to shake the earth. All living creatures and animals have long since hidden in warm and dry shelters. Only a little tengu named Sif didn't know where to go.

The black feathers on his wings were completely wet, trying to protect him from the cold drops. The spirit of the raven sat under the tree and trembled, hoping that the rain would stop soon.

He is lost, he is all alone.