Not fish. Not crab. Not unidentifiable insect-like thing. But salty glorious beef. Kiba bolted it.
More careless about human dwellings than he knew he was - his pack had subtly molded him so - he ran up to the porch and tucked into the beef jerky like - well, like a half-starved wolf whose hunting efforts had always been hampered his extreme discomfort when it came to tropical clime.
Beefbeefbeef~
He looked up mid-wolfing to check for danger. He was fairly confident he could at least bolt enough food and get away from whatever threatened him. Humans were slow. He froze as he saw a big - BIG - human leaning in the doorframe. He sniffed - he smelled oddly like fish, and steel, and none of the creamy-foul fat smell that marked the slowest humans. This one, at the least, was in good shape - for a human. And big. Did he mention big?
Head still over the beef jerky, Kiba essayed a warning growl, lips lifting over curved fangs.