Kisame didn't tense at the strange blur of motion.
He had a weapon in his hand almost instantly, yes, but it wasn't a tension. Tense made it harder to move. This was tension, different. Like a bow string drawn tight.
It was a easy gesture to spin the kunai, though. Give the now-man a once over. "Wolf's the normal shape for you, right?"
Cause he still smelled doggy. "You realize that if you have ARMS I'm going to make you carry shit back."
He grinned. "Best of both worlds, huh? Four paws to run, wolf nose, and thumbs?"