[But the bones are interesting enough to get Dogmeat to relent and sniff at them. It's an unfamiliar scent - one not tainted by radiation and mutation, though he has no way to know that specifically. No point of reference for "clean" meat. But hot dang they taste good when he actually licks one in testing - and Dogmeat wastes no time in flopping down to indulge himself more heartily.]
[Even as he gnaws and savors the new flavor, he watches Guzma curiously. If Dogmeat had to make a comparison to something he was familiar with, he would probably call him a mercenary of some sort. Tough and confident, but not insane like a raider. Not heartless like a Gunner, but no goody-two-shoes Minuteman, either. So Merc it is, until further notice.]
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[But the bones are interesting enough to get Dogmeat to relent and sniff at them. It's an unfamiliar scent - one not tainted by radiation and mutation, though he has no way to know that specifically. No point of reference for "clean" meat. But hot dang they taste good when he actually licks one in testing - and Dogmeat wastes no time in flopping down to indulge himself more heartily.]
[Even as he gnaws and savors the new flavor, he watches Guzma curiously. If Dogmeat had to make a comparison to something he was familiar with, he would probably call him a mercenary of some sort. Tough and confident, but not insane like a raider. Not heartless like a Gunner, but no goody-two-shoes Minuteman, either. So Merc it is, until further notice.]