Adventures with non-named NPCs in Fallout New Vegas
19. Pets Corner: Coyotes
Some side-jobs have dictated that I spend a lot of time in some rather heavily radiated areas lately, and I’ve been feeling somewhat under the weather; or more specifically, over the Geiger counter. I didn’t think it had affected me beyond some mild tiredness and sporadic nosebleeds until I started seeing things a tad out of the ordinary.
Case in point: this scene at Bitter Springs.
That’s just not right, is it? I mean, it doesn’t look right to me.
I felt like I needed a break. Away from bustle of NCR camps and hassly mercenaries, I needed to get back in touch with nature. Spend some time relaxing. I retreated to my favourite thinking spot.
After a night of isolation, I felt refreshed and ready for human company again. Before I had the chance to march off with clipboard in hand, though, I heard a plaintive wailing echoing over the bushland, a noise that piqued my interest and unsettled me simultaneously.
It wasn’t a very long amble to find the owner of the voice.
The puppy was charming, friendly and affectionate, but with no sense of direction and seemingly totally bemused by any kind of confrontation. I took it upon myself to insist he tagged along with me for the rest of the day, as we stomped through undergrowth and along cliff-edges. When the sun was low in the sky, the diminutive canine suddenly stopped me on a patch of cracked, scorched mud, and let out another sad wail.
Patiently, I waited with him.
A beat passed, and suddenly, from behind some bushes, two full-sized coyotes bounded, joyfully, tongues dangling, towards us.
It was with a heavy heart that I parted ways with a short-term but loyal friend, but with a smile on my face regardless, because even if I’ve not found a place to belong yet, at least my puppy did.