(( -sings- Clean up. Clean up. Everybody clean up-
Nah, just kidding. I remember that song from kindergarten o3o And you don't wanna hear me sing. I have a horrible voice))
Dusty whipped his head towards the canine, his lip curling as he crouched lower. He was about to ask if she was an enemy, when he realized she was helping them defeat the mutant. Nodding a thanks to her, he resumed to grasping his jaws around the creature's leg, bone and teeth contacting. Suddenly, the mutant stopped struggling and laid still, already surrendering its life to them. Releasing his grip, his ears perked at the two's decision. "We should just kill it. It's useless anyway." Dusty objected, a few droplets of spit coming out of his mouth. Shaking his head, he glanced into the direction of the shepherd mutt, shrugging to her question. "Don't you know? The storm?" He replied, placing a paw on the mutant's side. He felt annoyed that everyone asked why they were here; didn't they know about the storm at all?