Rising Sun Valley He's U.S.D.A Prime...I think its Suppertime...

His coldness somewhat dissolved as the dogwolf lost his interest in the dead -- and while he did not yet let down his guard, he no longer tensely leaned forward. His ears pulled upright as the male mentioned the humans -- were there more of them here? Would their band be seized behind doors once more? Dogmeat's gut flipped -- he could not and would not fall prey to their whims again.

"Yes." He answered curtly, his expression sorrowful as he recalled the events that had happened in this canine graveyard. "Where is there food?" It was clear he shared no fondness for banter -- and pointedly, he looked at the much larger dog as if imploring for sustenance.