[Dogmeat looks up, ears pricked forward with interest. Ah, there's his first contender for the "protecc" list. A child, so rare to see a healthy and living one alone in the Commonwealth. Truly this place is either careless or considered very safe. He's thinking the latter at the moment - you don't throw a party when your life is in danger, after all.]
[He doesn't have to sniff their hand to figure out they're no threat to him right now so he gives it a reassuring lick or two and wags his tail lazily as a promise that he's no threat either. Hm. This is no ordinary human - for one they do not taste like radiation and dust, for another, they have a strange underlying vibe. But for now, he'll reserve judgement. Maybe he can score some pets or treats, plus he has a little direction in this strange new land now.]
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[He doesn't have to sniff their hand to figure out they're no threat to him right now so he gives it a reassuring lick or two and wags his tail lazily as a promise that he's no threat either. Hm. This is no ordinary human - for one they do not taste like radiation and dust, for another, they have a strange underlying vibe. But for now, he'll reserve judgement. Maybe he can score some pets or treats, plus he has a little direction in this strange new land now.]