Kisame held up a hand that was multi-tasking by holding two nails, a wad of jerky, and the hand of his beer-stein.
Took a bite of the jerky and tilted his head.
"Don't you growl at me mutt, I could have poisoned the meat," he said, chewing. Sniffing. Fish eating wolf. Huh. He'd never really thought about it, but all the animal here must have fallen through from somewhere.
And they couldn't all be dragons.
Course the things like dog's wouldn't last long, would they?
"Puuupppy," crooned a voice by Kisame's ankle. The red cat.