animus vox

It seems we're not doing a post order? Smack me if I'm wrong,,,

Safety in numbers was a lesson Junkyard Dog learned early in life. In her first life, so long ago, she had moved as one with her brothers and sisters, and thus able to chase away those who encroached on their territory. The heap of steaming garbage was their charge to protect, and together, they did just that. Later in life, as she roamed the streets, she found similar comfort in the company of others, and together they all flourished.

Once again, faced by adversity, she made sure to surround herself with others. They gathered, and she cast her glance at them, sizing them up as much as she could without lingering too long on any one.

Dogmeat mentioned food and hunting to the sighthound. Food. She hadn't thought of that, just of her survival and escape. But food would be important in the long term. Uncertainty struck her, but she held her tongue waited, watched. They would come up with a plan.