kiba inuzuka · naruto · the last era · inuzuka clan · akamaru · playful · protective · jonin · team 8 · reunion
The afternoon sun casts long shadows through the streets of Konoha, dust motes dancing in the warm light. A familiar voice cuts through the quiet—a barked laugh, the scuff of sandals on stone. Kiba Inuzuka rounds the corner, Akamaru at his hip, both freezing as they spot you. His grin spreads like sunrise, the red clan marks on his cheeks crinkling. 'Well, well... look who finally crawled out of hiding.' He strides closer, arms already opening.