Barb... hadn't been planning on doing this today. Originally, she'd gone out for a quick patrol, and instead, what had she gotten? Fucking attacked by some rabid loner, or some shit. Luckily, she was always prepared for such things, always having her dagger on hand, but that didn't make the mess any more manageable, nor did it mean she constantly wanted to fight someone. Well, that wasn't quite true, but she was usually more interested in a real fight instead of just slashing the guy's throat open and being stuck with blood spewing everywhere. Her usually clean, creamy coat was stained crimson, and quite frankly, the tabby didn't know what to do. Leave the thing out here? No, that would be disgusting. She couldn't exactly move it, either, considering it was a big-ass dog and she was just a little domestic. Nudging the bloodied corpse, Barbara wrinkled her nose. "Fuck." She was in the middle of the desert- she was going to have to deal with this alone.
//oof sorry this is so bad