"We just stepped right into this, didn't we?" If she had a shiny new weapon and a village she hated...? She'd sit, and wait, and annihilate whoever came. Land, Wolf's teeth. She was a land fighter.

She pushed away from the rail, pulling a solider pill out of her pouch. She wasn't sure what good it would do, with her major pathways still sealed and the minor ones stretched and thin, but it couldn't hurt.

Actually, it could hurt. She winced as it burned down her coils, too much power trying to force itself into too small a space. She parried it as quickly as she could, shunting it away from the major, blocked, arteries and down the minor ones, and realized too late that it had spread between her and Kuromaru--and most of it hadn't seemed to come back.

Could false chakra flow properly along unnaturally stretched pathways? Or did it simply lie fallow, too chemical to work? She locked her jaw and steeled her spine, glaring at the approaching ship as if that alone could make it back off. Whatever her chakra was doing, she had a mission to complete.

The oncoming craft seemed to have trebled in size. "Who knew they could go that fast," she muttered, carefully pulling chakra and shaping seals. It took long moments to gather enough energy for the Shikyaku no Jutsu, and when she finally released it the transformation happened slowly.

Because there wasn't enough chakra moving, or she was too far from Kuromaru? She had no way of knowing. She didn't know of any Inuzuka who'd traveled more than forty miles from their familiar--and that, only in grave emergency. They'd tripled that distance. Slowly, though, her teeth and claws lengthened, her musculature changing slightly to a stronger, more feral shape. She flexed her fingers, staring at the boat.

"'Fraid I'm not gonna be much use, 'less they get up close and personal." They were close enough now for her sharp eyes to make out individual people dashing around on deck. She had no idea what they were doing.