animus vox

Dogmeat's gaze fell on each with gravity, his sunken gaze sorrowful as he recalled how many lives had been left behind. The paltry few before him were but a shade of their original numbers -- but they would do.

Outlaw, the most familiar to him besides Spectre, was first to come forwards -- the large dog touched noses with this familiar spirit before turning to Reaper. Dogmeat was not entirely sure he had ever learned of the formidable hound's name, yet it was the sighthound that approached last in which drew the most of his attention.

Like most of her kin, she was lean and built with a predatory elegance -- the bid of her blood svelte and lethal. "Can you hunt?" He inquired to her, his droopy jowls lifted as he licked his lips. "Spectre cannot do all of the hunting alone - we need to eat."