Rising Sun Valley we're all mad here

Spectre had been busy digging his teeth into a waterlogged stick just to get his mouth around something of substance when he spotted the kid--Outlaw, was it? The kid was wandering away from their little camp and he wasn't entirely comfortable with that. The russet hound watches him for a few moments, stick still between his paws. He considers calling for Dogmeat's opinion, but he figures maybe three is a party.

The spaniel rises and shakes out his coat and immediately winces as a few cuts on his ears reopen from the motion. He huffs and follows diligently in the footsteps of the younger dog until he is close enough that his voice may be heard, "Outlaw? E'rrythin' alright kid?" He offers tentatively, still uncertain if this boy had been as severely afflicted as the some of the other poor souls.