[Kiba nods once more before beginning to move again, taking the lead as he leaps from branch to branch in the direction she suggested. He doesn't say anything for awhile, unusually quiet. He finds his mind wandering as he scours the forest floor for even the slightest sign Akamaru has, at the very least, been nearby. But there's nothing. His senses are telling him that much. All his nose catches are wildlife, trees, and the occasional unfamiliar human scent, and his eyes only confirm what his nose all ready knows.
After some time, his eyes refocus and he looks over his shoulder at Hinata. His eyes narrow at the wings, though his own are tucked underneath his flak jacket he had found beside him upon waking. And that in turn reminds him of the uncomfortable knot in his back. His feet hit a thick treelimb. Hard. A frown tugs at his face, and his eyes are momentarily concerned.]
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Date: 2011-09-21 04:48 am (UTC)After some time, his eyes refocus and he looks over his shoulder at Hinata. His eyes narrow at the wings, though his own are tucked underneath his flak jacket he had found beside him upon waking. And that in turn reminds him of the uncomfortable knot in his back. His feet hit a thick treelimb. Hard. A frown tugs at his face, and his eyes are momentarily concerned.]
Those wings aren't bothering you, are they?