What possessed her damned feline to drag this man back to her place?
Sofia eyed the limp form, his clothes dusty and tattered. He lay on his back, eyes closed, showing off a face that was swollen and red. The exposed skin on his body hadn't fared well. Even with the fine layer of dirt covering him, she could see the many scratches and the darkening of flesh indicating contusions, but his limbs appeared unbroken.
Pity. A man with a broken leg or arm would have been easier to handle. Given his rugged appearance, she didn't expect much in the way of manners from him. Her last experience with a rough-looking guy didn't end well.
For him.
"What have I said about bringing home living things?" She planted her hands on her hips and glared at her cat. By cat, most would picture something dainty and furry with long whiskers, pointed ears, and a whip-like tail.
But then multiply the size, more than a few times. Still cute, and thankfully Sofia's friend.