Kiba slants a look at him, round blue human eyes that don't look at what humans would, tracking the motion of the kunai rather than looking at Kisame's face.
"I am wolf. This is only - a pretending." His voice as a human IS human, unlike his new wolf-speaking ability - young, light, quiet, pleasant. His enunciation is perfect and clear.
But somehow the accent-that-isn't-there is definitely foreign.
He cocks his head to the side in a definitely wolfish manner. "Carry things for you?" He had seen wolves - earning their keep in this way before. He had hated it. But this man was not - the same as those men, those drovers. He moved not like a wolf, but in a way a wolf would understand.
And Kiba was alone here. He had no packmates. And alone, things that had seemed horrible before did not seem so horrible now - or the offer that came with the carrying seemed so much nicer. Beef and talking.