Once the dog was off Will the large man just hauled the cableman to his feet. "Hope the hospital is open. Fucking dog could have rabies." He said just as the dog bite down on his leg. "Son of a bitch!" The smith hollered angrily before he started to reach for the dog. Before he could touch it Will crushed its back with a trashcan, the old school metal ones. Growling he pried its jaws from his leg and jerked its head, twisting it the other way before overextending the jaw. Dislocating the lower jaw so the animal was well and truly dead. He felt bad but animals like that needed to be put down for the safety of others. Especially since this one seemed to be running around without some of its skin.

A quick look at the collar and the dog was identified as Rex via bullet. A functional one from the looks of it. Will said Bigby could have it but the big man shook his head. "Not a bit fan of guns." He said before handing the round to Will. He did take the leather collar. Never knew if you'd need a length of animal hide. Tucking the collar into his back pocket he followed the smaller man out into the street with a new wary light. Not to mention a bit of a limp from his wounded leg. "When we get to the station we should probably wrap out injuries. No point getting blood loss..." He muttered to Will as he listened for more dogs. "If there's more of those things around get on top of a vehicle. It'll take em a moment or two to get up there." He said, having had experiences with dogs trying to bite him in the ass. Fond memories of better days.