the earth lumbers on

It was like they had disturbed an ant's nest; pack members came pouring in from every direction as the conflict started, the howls and snarls from the fighting most likely drawing them in. Reaper determined the large grey one was the leader as he seemed to be the one most were going for and many of his own wolves came to his aid. He and Dogmeat danced around each other in a fierce battle that Reaper could only spectate for a second, before he focused back on the female he was charging at.

Before he could reach her, though, a sudden white flash appeared to his left. Startled, the mutt stumbled, feeling the graze of teeth against his foreleg. He whipped his head and snapped at the other female in response, before letting out a howl of pain as another set of jaws tugged at his ear. There was the sickening sound of torn flesh and specks of blood suddenly littered the snow beneath them. His wild gaze sought to seek out the grey-furred perpetrator before another figure barrelled past him. He leapt back, relieved it was only Dogmeat who had suddenly turned into a bulldozer. The other canines suddenly started peeling away from the scene; it was obvious their endeavour for scraps had failed — quite spectacularly at that.

His rage urged him to continue the fight but instincts told the boy to run. With another growl, the dog glanced again at the two girls who had injured him (oh, how far he had fallen from his pit fighting glory days), before turning on his heel and chasing after his fleeing lab-mates.