Kiba only stared at him, golden eyes wide and half-rolling. He made a questioning noise, tried not to check if there were human sound-patterns in it. Encouraging the infectious cats? And that man - was it a man? - it moved faster than humans did, it moved with wolf-speed, with more than wolf-speed, with speed like a wolf that was more than just wolf.
He was glad the cat was off his tail though.
The stress and pain and sheer pressure of not-knowing, of being pack-bereft, of being sun-baked and of eating strange things and never enough, of not knowing the stars in the sky, of not having anyone around him - all of it piled up and Kiba did something that he was sure Tsume would scoff at him for.