Kirishima stalked through forest in his wolf form, his teeth latched onto his kill that hung off his muzzle, his black fur, wet with blood. His paws dug into the cold earth underneath him as he headed home.

However, his instincts made him stop and drop the dead animal. He reverted back to his human form, as he stalked toward a bush. Laying there was an unconscious boy, clearly injured.

"Pup's these days. Stray too far from home." He muttered to himself, as he picks the boy up, and then also picks up the animal he killed and walks home.

This boy wasn't one of his.