animus vox

Silently the sighthound slunk after her chosen group, the one led by the Shiba. Her instincts said to stay with the group and the presence of both Reaper and Junkyard Dog sealed the deal. She was not positive how this group would play out, but she would at least remain until she knew what sort of place they were dealing with. She hadn't been one to stick to a group in the city, for loyalty was not a concept she was familiar with. She changed priorities as easily as situations and these other dogs could turn on her also.

Dogmeat turned to call role, it seemed, and she stepped closer to the group from where she was rooting about in the trees. She was starving, and there were no convenient bowls or overflowing trash bins here. Instinct told the hound to hunt, and hunt she would. Soon, or this freedom would be short-lived.