Kiba sniffed the air as he walked through the forest. He was in his wolf form, and his white pelt seemed to gleam in the light of a almost full moon.  Kiba knew that there was a risk that came with going out in his wolf form, but he thought that he would be able to take down any and everyone hunter who dared to take a attempt on his life.

Catching the scent of an injured female deer, Kiba slowed his trot to a slow walk and became light on his feet. He hadn't had much luck the last few nights, only catching a mouse or two, which was barely a snack for a hungry werewolf. However, his luck seemed to change for the better, as he knew that tonight would be the first night in several nights that he would have a decent meal.