Kiba narrowed his eyes at that. So much for family support, eh... He scanned his eyes across the playground for a moment to locate a large form of fluffy white fur successfully dodging the ambush attempts of a few soon-to-be-genin. Huh, well at least Akamaru had managed to skip out on the torture... That was one positive.

He turned back to his sister and gave her a hearty sniff, with his cold and slightly reddened nose. The freezing weather was doing nothing for Kiba, as he refused to wear anything other than his leather. Flak jackets weren't, and never would be, his style.

"You brought me lunch, right?"