Kiba bridled at the insult. Fleas? Please. Hadn't he already explained he was _not_ a dog?
Swallowing the last of the beef jerky, he followed the man-notman inside, nose wrinkling at the strong stench of - well, HUMANITY - that fairly coated the room. Without further thought, he shifted to human-form. There were times when weakened senses were a blessing. Plus, opposable thumbs.