"Your ma's familiar would have to be pretty big to try to eat this lion. I don't think we should eat it though." Licking lion's blood off his hands probably wouldn't hurt the little Inuzuka, right? He wasn't sure whether it was general five-year-oldness that led Kiba to even try it, or some blood lust built into his clan.

Although Idate had certainly put some stupid things in his mouth when he'd been little. Like a bottle of their mother's nail polish. Ibiki had gotten in trouble for not watching his baby brother over that, even though it hadn't hurt anything long term other than the fancy parlour rug with the roses on it.

You could hardly see the stains, really.

"I hit him really hard," Ibiki said, pulling himself back to the here and now. "Want to see?" He held out his hand for inspection, showing bloodied knuckles and blooming blue bruises. "You can hit him right there, on the leg, to feel how strong he was."