the earth lumbers on

yeehaw!

Now that she knew their scents, thanks to her troubling encounter with the red-eyed wolf, she knew that wolves were everywhere. The wolf had told her much, that they seemed to be cousins of dogs who had no Man. Junkyard Dog now knew she hated them.

And so she had jumped at the chance to do them harm, more so at the promise of food. Food and a fight, maybe, if that was what it came to. The prospect scared her, invigorated her. Too long had death been following her, and she knew that every day he crept closer and closer. Now she just wanted to fall on her own terms, rather than at the whim of nature.

Junkyard Dog crept with Dogmeat and Twister, wraithlike, alert. She listened and watched, ready to send up the alarm if they were caught in the act.