Blow it all on hookers and coke

Delaney had launched herself after the cat as soon as he'd shouted for her, despite the obvious dizziness that had her staggering. Chaos cleared his eyes in time to see her dive on it and clamp her jaws around the back of it's neck despite the way it turned to claw her shoulder. He gave a whoop of encouragement, charging across the distance to help her. She was doing quite well on her own, shaking the cat like a terrier with a rat until the stubborn little thing was stunned, then throwing it back down to get a better grip. The heavy flow of blood from a major vein colored the cat's pale neck fur red. Chaos knew he wouldn't be needed at this point even if the cat had managed to free itself - it wouldn't make it to cover before it died. So he slowed and watched the struggles go feeble and then end, and Delaney drug the cat the rest of the way to meet him.

He inspected Delaney's wound with a brief glance, but it didn't look too bad. She certainly didn't seem concerned about it, so while he felt a little guilty that she'd gotten injured chasing his new pelt, he knew she'd be fine. Grinning at her, he shook himself violently to settle his fur after the tussle, spattering drops of blood every which way. "Damn, I owe you one, Delaney. He'd have gotten away if you hadn't showed up when you did."

He glanced thoughtfully at the cat. Other predators weren't particularly good eating, even if the food would be worth the fight, but it also seemed a bit of a waste to just take the pelt and leave everything else. "Anything you want off it? The claws, the teeth? Skull?"