He decides that he quite enjoys what he's doing, and wouldn't mind keeping it up. At least until Akamaru got better, then he would stop.
"Well, now that, that's decided...where was I?" He asks himself, while rubbing his hands together eagerly,before diving back into the disgusting combinations of food he has laying before him.
The food disappeared into Kiba's awaiting maw, which when empty, only had more food shoved into it. This behavior would continue until...
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