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He snorted in laughter at the name. Dogmeat. How ironic. As the dog limped away he burst into laughter, the least emphatic as one can be. "Alright, see ya, Dogmeat." The wolfdog smirked, turning to sift through the wreckage of the crash. Maybe he could find something fresher here, if there were any good dogs left rotting here. He sincerely doubted it, and with a final sniff, the fat wolfdog went his own way to find food for himself.