a falling through

Junkyard Dog's words, sullied with despair, caused the inu to rally with a growl. This expedition would not take this turn -- it could not -- despite the pragmatism that often consumed him, for once Dogmeat could not see the truth behind the thinfurred female's words.

"You will go where?" He asked incredulously, his voice trailing into a soft whine. Even his tail seemed dejected, the way it hung about him unsure and defeated. If they lost more of their own, the camp would lose all purpose -- and worse, possibly perish in the icy clutch of winter.