Mel hums to herself as the rubble crunches under her heels. Her hair is still in the perfect coif that she usually had it in. And though her dress was slightly dirty it was still vibrant and very unusual for any wastelander to wear.
She notices Dogmeat’s posture change.
“What is it boy? Smell something?”
The dog barks happily and trots off. So she follows behind him. Her pistol slightly raised.
Dogmeat didn’t seem distressed. But she didn’t like travelling alone.
The dog barks cheerfully at what Mel was just realizing must be a person as she approaches.
“Hey there…” she says cautiously. “Friend of Dogmeat’s are you?”
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"Huh." The ghoul speaks as the dog barks and makes his way towards him, leaning down he ruffles the dogs head. "Good boy." He'd always liked dogs, they were good judges of character. "I'd say.. Acquaintance" He states looking up from the dog to Dogmeat's companion. "And you are missy?"
