[The dog, whose name tag clearly reads Vincent, leans eagerly into the touches, tongue sagging with smelly drool as his tail whoomped whooomped from side-to-side in a show of doggy happiness. And as she shifts to stand, Vincent trots loyally at her side, offering the young girl his back if she so needs the stability.
Just follow the dog! He’ll lead you right back to your fellow survivors.]
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Just follow the dog! He’ll lead you right back to your fellow survivors.]