a falling through

Piteous was the thin fur that covered Junkyard Dog's lean muscles -- Dogmeat eye for the last time the dull sheen of her coat. His expression was drawn downwards, sombered sharply by their grim fate.

"Alright." He shifted with a groan, favoring the soreness in his limbs. He offered the failing dog a half-hearted smile that did nothing to temper the despondency that cut through him sharper than any human's implement ever had. "Farewell forever." The hulking brute proffered one last gentle lick to her slender muzzle before he turned and listlessly headed back to their dwindling group.