[Seems babysitting children would always be part of his job description. Bean, Cream, Chip. A blue cat, and a green hedgehog. Now an alternate of the woman he’d teamed up with one time previously, who had apparently been turned into a child. Lucky for the world, he was a patient polar bear. Bark glances up for only a moment, his left ear flicking in response to the pounce. It had caused some pain, but nothing he couldn’t handle.
It’s back to writing his list for this bear. He had some jobs to do, meaning once he’d gotten everything he needed, there wouldn’t be any time for babysitting. Not for a little while, anyway. Finding the feline’s caretaker would have been a must. A child did not belong anywhere near a mercenary’s work. Especially not when it involved tracking down other wanted criminals, and collecting a reward.]