"That's what I got Metalhead for!" She gives the dog another pat, and he continues to look delighted at whatever may be happening right now. Besides her clothes there are some other things thrown about, and once she starts picking them up it becomes clearer that she has a makeshift... satchel type thing for Metalhead. Throwing it over the dog's back as though he's a pack mule, Apollo then spends a little bit adjusting it before beginning to stuff the fish into the bag.

"See? He ain't a donkey, but he's big an' strong enough to carry tons of shit for me. Aren'tcha, boy?" The answer she gets is a bark and a lick to the face. "I'll fry 'em up later, Metal can babysit 'em until then."