[Dogmeat whines softly at the question, even as he leans into the scritches. Plenty of friends, plenty of enemies. But an owner? Nah. It's not like that. Can't chain down a dog like him. Not anymore, anyway. And especially not here, somewhere that is clearly not the Commonwealth, where he knows nobody and nothing about anything yet.]
[Strange as it may sound, the roughness behind the gesture is appreciated. He can handle it - he's handled much, much worse - and he even roughhouses back by playfully chewing on the arm nearest his mouth. Dogmeat isn't biting down or anything, just sticking his open mouth all over Guzma's arm. Batting a big, clumsy paw over the other arm. Wagging up a storm.]
[Wherever this place is, it's got good people so far. Strong people. His kind of people.]
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[Strange as it may sound, the roughness behind the gesture is appreciated. He can handle it - he's handled much, much worse - and he even roughhouses back by playfully chewing on the arm nearest his mouth. Dogmeat isn't biting down or anything, just sticking his open mouth all over Guzma's arm. Batting a big, clumsy paw over the other arm. Wagging up a storm.]
[Wherever this place is, it's got good people so far. Strong people. His kind of people.]