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"Good, glad you're not hurt too badly. Hopefully somebody will show up who can help our pain." He said. He didn't mean a wolf healer, no, he meant from their current pack. Dogmeat was already pretty much in charge- that was clear. In Outlaw's mind Spectre seemed like second in command, and hopefully Outlaw himself was third. Or maybe that Junkyard Dog girl. "Well... Did you know anyone? I had one bro, but he's gone... I didn't know anyone else, I guess I'll just have to learn." He said. But most of the dogs seemed older than him. He didn't like having friends older than him, he felt like they were in charge and they didn't know what was cool. The only younger dogs he'd seen were Darkside and the cannibal yearling. And Outlaw was not a friend of cannibals.