Kiba

Kiba bit his tongue, eyeing the house cautiously. He was nervous, he had heard about the Ranch and Reservation, but moreso how volunteers, and workers were needed, how teens could come. He wasn't sure yet why the teens would be here anyway, but it was surely welcomed. He approached the house, the sudden towering feeling a weight on his shoulders. He reached for the doorbelll carefully, the ring was nearly an explosion to the timid seventeen year old. He shook his head, to make a first impression good was now his main goal. He stood taller, awaiting any type of answer from a human.