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

Dogmeat could tell the red brute held no compassion for his kind -- and with that realization poignant on his mind, he saw no further use in conversing with the unsympathetic male. He would swallow his disappoint -- as he had swallowed their misfortune -- and chalk it up to the irresolute misery of the world.

There was a gravity to his tone as he supplied an answer: "Dogmeat." It was without any sort of garrulity. With one last glance to the dog he turned and limped away -- cursing the brute's reprobate nature. He half hoped the pig would eat his fallen comrades -- at least that way, he would fall ill and feel the despair that consumed Dogmeat's dwindling heart.