skullclub

For @Scarlett ! And anyone else, perhaps ;D

It seemed, like some of the other dog's from the lab, that Reaper had lost the group following Dogmeat. After the altercation with the wolves at the Bypass to the east, the mutt had been unknowingly separated from the group, wandering away in a hungry and feverish daze. His mauled ear and the infected cut above his eye stung, though the pain was nothing compared to the hunger that twisted at his stomach.

He had been starved in his pit-fighting days as well as when he was in the lab, though it had been nothing like this. At least the humans occasionally fed him scraps and morsels, enough to at least keep him alive. The wild was not so forgiving.

With no hunting skills and his quickly degenerating condition, the mutt wasn't sure how long he was going to last without the group. Where they were, though, he had no idea. He really had no idea of anything. He wasn't even sure where he was. Glancing up at the towering peaks above him, Reaper gazed uninterestedly at them, before coming to a stop when he stepped foot into an icy lake. He quickly looked down, puzzled, before instincts overtook him and he began to lap at the water thirstily.