The quiet was suddenly disturbed by the faint sound of footsteps. He sniffed the air but elected not to move from his position. Someone was coming this way, to this dead end alleyway. It was some kind of unused garage space. Kiba didn’t care what it was used for, or who was coming his way. The wolf shifted to see, curiosity the only reason he did so.
| – A reserve that encased his flesh with raw oxygen; it made the prodigy think, it made him consider the circumstances he had thrown himself into, the damnation he was already flushed into that only seemed to consistently get deeper. Until he’d halt– halt all movement and halt all breathing or thought and only for the sake of taking in his atmosphere. – |
"… Hm.“
| – Ebony locks of hair fell before his peripheral vision and he’d growl lowly; such an unorthodox vibration coming from a mortal male. – |
