Fallout Fur: Paw Play by ArrogantKitsune, literature
Literature
Fallout Fur: Paw Play
The wind blew a tumbleweed across the sandy road the German Shepherd wandered in the dimming light of the Texan evening. He adjusted his navy jumpsuit, same one he’d been wearing since he left the Vault, trying to get his rifle’s strap to comfortably rest against him. It didn’t, he needed someone to make him a better strap. The unfortunate question was who and in the vast wasteland of what was once Texas the answer seemed to be nobody.
Not that it was truly important, half the time he carried it around half-cocked in case he was attacked by any of the mutant beasties, ghouls, or raiders