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Dogmeat's gaze tore from the bird when he heard the tail end of Jaws' dark utterance -- there sat in his sunken gaze a glimmer of indignity that the dark wolf-thing dared be so brazen. Jaws' verdict stung the way salt bites a wound -- it was insult to injury, and nothing less.

"Are any of us?" The large canine growled, shifting himself with great effort into a sitting position. Before him stood a hale and healthy individual -- Dogmeat was shocked to find his jowls slavering as hunger tore into his gut with unrelenting clarity. Had he just fantasized eating him?

He blinked, shaking his dark countenance. "You must be the crowd favorite at parties." Despite the gloominess of their encounter, Dogmeat could find enough cheer to aim a poorly orchestrated wise-crack.