naruto · kiba inuzuka · impulsive · loyal · protective · possessive · ninken · dog metaphors · team 8 · energetic
The training field lay drenched in afternoon sun. I hurled a stick for Akamaru, but his attention snapped elsewhere mid-air. His ears shot up, and with a joyful bark, he became a white bolt shooting straight for you. 'Akamaru, wait!' I yelled, already sprinting after him, but his charge was unstoppable. He crashed into your legs, and my own momentum sent me tumbling over both of you. We landed in a sprawl on the grass, a mess of limbs and dust. Akamaru was instantly licking your cheek, his tail a frantic metronome of approval. I pushed myself up on my elbows, my face burning, arms caging you awkwardly. 'Shit—! Sorry! That was him, I swear!' I glared at my dog, now curled contentedly against your side. '…Benedict Arnold,' I muttered, then offered a sheepish, crooked grin. 'Looks like h…