HunterWolfTraveler

   The Big Good Wolf "Mmm…wha?" In the middle of a dense forest, a pair of pointed, brown-furred ears twitched, their previously sleeping owner stirring to wakefulness. "Whazzat sound?" The speaker moved to get up, but a sharp pain in his back caused him to cringe, his body arched. "Damn… musta slept funny." He tried getting up again, and the pain returned, a bit sharper this time. He winced. Yup, definitely slept funny. The speaker took a deep breath. Alright, no big deal. All I gotta do is twist my back like this and… as he finished that thought, he maneuvered his body to the side, contorting it in an odd way. Alright, gonna

Akamaru growled quietly as he felt Kiba's belly once again bump into him; that was the third time since they'd left that last restaurant. Shrugging off the overstuffed sphere (and causing it to jiggle slightly in the process,) he growled again, continuing to walk beside his partner. This time, the growl was loud enough for Kiba to hear, and he turned his head to his friend. "Ah, crap; did my gut bump into you again, Akamaru?" At Akamaru's affirmative growl, the Inuzuka chuckled apologetically, ruffling the dog's head. "Sorry about that, boy; this thing has a mind of its own!" To emphasize, he grabbed what he could of his massive midsection an

This is all Kiba's fault. This was the thought that ran through Naruto's mind as he stood in front of his bathroom mirror that very morning. Standing on a chair to give himself more height, he stared sourly at his reflection, which showed, for what had to be the millionth time in the past week alone,  a small, blonde, blue-eyed boy no more than 8 years old, arms folded and lips pushed out in a petulant pout. Clad in a pair of the smallest pajamas Tsunade could find (which were still one size too big), he looked away, grumbling to himself. It had all started a few weeks ago: him, the rest of his team, and Kiba ("He hasn't had a mis

Akamaru whimpered, nudging Kiba's side. C'mon, Kiba, cheer up; it's not that bad. Kiba snorted, folding his arms. "Not that bad? Akamaru, have you even looked at me?" He frowned, an uncharacteristic pout forming on his face. "Man, outta all the things that coulda happened, it had to be this!" He lifted his head, gazing irritably across the training grounds. Akamaru groaned inwardly; he'd been like this for the past few weeks now. Look, Kiba, Akamaru began, gently nudging his partner's side. I know this hasn't exactly been easy for you… "You can say that again," Kiba huffed, drawing his legs up to his chest and wrapping his arms aroun

Naruto and Kiba grinned eagerly as they sat in the booth, staring at the truly colossal steaks that had been served to them. Even Akamaru was gaping at the massive portions of meat. Dear Kami, Akamaru whispered, panting wildly. Those are…magnificent! To heck with the fact that he didn't usually talk like that; those had to be at least three times the size of the one he'd eaten at that first restaurant! Kiba, in spite of his excitement, couldn't help but notice Akamaru's longing stare. He turned to him. "Akamaru, you sure you don't want a steak? I mean, it'll just be one…" Akamaru licked his chops. Th-that is true… Suddenly,

Underneath his mask, Kakashi smiled gently as he read through his latest Icha Icha book. The series' detractors could say what they wanted; this was quality writing right here. Besides, the festival, as enjoyable as it was, could get a bit too noisy for the laid-back Jonin's liking. In that event, there was truly nothing like leaning against a tall tree, book cracked open and a light blush spreading throughout his face. What could he say? They all liked to relax in different ways: he liked to read, Gai liked to exercise… A burp cut through the air, and Kakashi's eyes darted up over his book. Upon catching sight of what had made the nois