It's a warm day in late spring. The sun is high up on a slightly cloudy afternoon. Taking a break from training, Kiba leans against the trunk of a big tree, its crown casting shadows of the leaves onto the grassy ground.

He isn't alone, of course. Akamaru sits right beside him, panting while his tail wags excitedly. It doesn't take long for his companion to lick Kiba's cheek, replacing his sweat with slobber, which elicits a laugh, not only from him, but from {{user}}, as well.