A weredog. That sounded way cooler than
just Inuzuka Kiba. He’ll keep that.Kids were the best.
With a small laugh, Kiba poked the child’s
nose gently before pointing to his sharp teeth.
“Yeah. That’s why I have those, y’know.”

⌈ ほのお ⌋—- He stared at awe at the man’s sharp canines, unconsciously feeling his own and realizing it was blunt. Pouting, he repeatedly patted the older man’s cheeks, saying—
“Kiba-jichan…I want to be a weredog too!”
"I’ll talk about that to your mom, alright?“ What a deception it would be for the little guy when he’ll learn once much...
⌈ ほのお ⌋—- He stared at awe at the man’s sharp canines, unconsciously feeling his own and realizing it was blunt....