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Black was the night that covered them, terrifying and lonesome -- there were no comforting city lights, no familiar lance of steel on flesh. Dogmeat found himself pining for familiarity, and steeled his resolve sharply.

As morning rose soft and blush pink across the bruised landscape, the leviathan stirred as well -- hunger gnawed his belly and dulled his good will. The scant limb he had dug up for his brethren had been devoured swiftly and he was left to battle his own panning appetite. He found himself drawn back to the scene of the crash, for reasons unknown to him -- and as he drew close all semblance of hunger withered as acrid flesh and death assuaged his nostrils.

He was surprised to see his journey was not in solidarity -- ahead a russet dog was ruminating through the ruins. Dogmeat was about to warmly hail this creature and draw him back to their group when he realized the thing was no dog at all. Distinctly he felt terror seize him, though he stepped forwards all the same. "Get back." He snarled protectively, stepping over one of his dead kin that had perished by routing steel lanced through the chest. This wolfdog shared many features similar to him, yet Dogmeat felt earnestly he was not one of his own.