She made an aggressive âwhat what?â gesture as she passed, jerking towards the vegetable with overly- exaggerated snarls. âYou wanna go? Huh? Huh?â The doberman sunk down on all fours into a hyena-ish stance, lumbering passed with her fangs bared.Â
Dressed head to paw in fuzzy, lavender winter clothes, the only thing intimidating about Dogblood was her teeth. Sheâd gone all out. Jacket, hat, paw gloves to keep her tender pads warm, even pants of all things. Dogblood preferred going out in only her fur, but in a place like Snowdin said fur would only help her freeze.
The carrot like monster, grinning emptily, sunk back under the red and orange leaves,Â
âYeah, you better run!â She mock laughed to herself, enjoying her âAlpha Dogâ game. There was nothing spiteful behind it, just a thing she played when bored.Â
Barking at the leaf pile a few times, she headed back onto the purple dirt and on to her frosty destination.Â
It was grocery day for this canine. The Ruins was fine and all, but the shopping choices were extremely limiting. She couldnât find a simple fang studded collar in this place. Thatâs what she paid for peace and quite, but it was a pretty heavy price.But to find such accessories, sheâd have to deal with a long, boring walk.Â
 Dogblood kept her ears (one twisted, another split) pricked for anyone or anything traveling the same route as she. Maybe sheâd come across someone and strike up a conversation.Â