(edited from Public Domain artwork)
Name MeaningNamed after the dog from the Fallout series
Name OriginEnglish
Date of Birth08 Mar 2011
SpeciesFish Crow (Corvus ossifragus)
Birth placeFreetown
Former PacksTwo unnamed packs in Freetown, various others on loan

'Souls Profile

Salsola (belongs to Odalis)

Dogmeat is a fish crow born and raised in Freetown. Trained as a thief's accomplice and messenger, she has resided in 'Souls since the early months of 2018. Clever, mischievous, and prone to getting into trouble, she's flown all over Nova Scotia. She's crossed paths with several Luperci, many of which who've given her a helping paw.


Before 'Souls

Dogmeat's early life is fairly uneventful. Hatched in Freetown from tamed crow stock, she was raised and trained as a messenger bird. Sold at a young age to a less-than-reputable pack, this training expanded to picking locks and thieving from fish traps. Traded back and forth between pack members, they treated her well for her cunning. There was always a reward for being a good bird, and she grew fat and happy sitting on their shoulders. She hardly ever left the Freetown area, but would scout or send messages far south from time to time. A booming trade industry demanded strong messengers, and her pack earned extra goods sending her out to deliver mail. All was well, and Dogmeat was happy.

Then the town began to wane and spiral downward. Dogmeat's pack had more than a few scrapes with the law and other Luperci. At one point, Dogmeat as seized as evidence when she was caught trying to thieve. Despite fighting her captors and protesting loudly from her cage, she remained in captivity. The Luperci that took her made her into a pet, Dogmeat given up as part of a plea bargain from her old pack. Finding her difficult to work with, she was traded repeatedly until she ended up with a roving band of mercenaries. They tried to use her as a messenger bird, but lacking the kindness or knowledge to reward and care for her properly, they eventually left her to the wilds.

Dogmeat was flying back to her home, headed up the coast from the mercenary's Floridian camp. The meteor strike of 2016 occurred not long before she returned, and the Freetown she knew was left underwater. Her pack nowhere in sight, their old cabins either flooded or destroyed, Dogmeat eventually moved northward. After spending some time along the rivers of eastern New Brunswick, she crossed the Bay of Fundy into 'Souls.

Played History

For a long time, Dogmeat flew as a lone bird all over Nova Scotia, exploring (and taking advantage of) its many sights and sounds. Though lonely and unable to find any of her kind living in the area, she met many Luperci who showed her friendship and kindness. Dogmeat, not used to meeting so many kind individuals, greedily took in the attention - and various instances of help - that they provided. On one occasion, she provided life-saving assistance, stopping a loner from killing the wolfdog Julia after she predated the loner's goat companion.

In the early spring of 2019, Dogmeat's curiosity and mischievous streak found her in hot water. Trespassing upon the territory of a mated hawk pair, Dogmeat was chased beyond the boundaries of the infamous Salsola pack. Injured by falling ice, she would have surely been eaten by the hawks or some other predator had it not been for the servant Odalis. Odalis, once the scion of a noble kingdom in Spain, lived in misery and indentured servitude to Salsola's cruel Queen Elphaba. Finding Dogmeat and nursing her back to health provided the dog with a measure of happiness, and in return, Dogmeat adopted her as an honorary flock-sister and friend. Together they would have a series of adventures in Salsola, only for Dogmeat to be unexpectedly snatched by game-traders beyond Salsola's northernmost boundary. Since then, the bird's whereabouts are unknown.


Like most corvids, Dogmeat is a curious and noisy girl. She often forages on the ground or in nearby shrubs, and often forsakes carrion for fresh seafood. Strongly interested in things that glint and shine, Dogmeat's drawn to materials like abalone and pearl. Being a tad scatterbrained means such materialy easily draw her attention, as well as (preferably fresh) seafood. A patient Luperci can get her attention with food and shiny things; the wolf-folk are familiar to her, and she often follows or observes them to snatch scraps. But if they are cruel, a crow never forgets. Her kind's superb ability to recognize faces and places means she remembers her enemies with near-perfect clarity.

Of all the things in the world, Dogmeat loves water and open spaces. She prefers the coast and wide, saltwater waterways, following them like roads. If a lucky Luperci is nearby, they might witness her grabbing a clam out of the water, smashing it on a rock from above.

With all this said, Dogmeat doesn't always keep to herself. Ever the opportunist, she will thieve if hungry enough, and is clever enough creature to figure out simple traps and locks. This quick-thinking nature also lends to adapting to new waterways and places, and Dogmeat will scavenge, beg and barter as much as she can to survive.

After her rescue by Odalis, Dogmeat has become a mite more cautious about who she steals from and antagonizes. She also spends a lot of time watching out for Odalis and scouting around Salsola, often keeping an eye on her friend from the sky. She loves showing Odalis new things and spending time with her.



Dogmeat's birth family and original masters are long gone. They are unimportant to her now.


  • Odalis - Friend, rescuer, and honorary flock-sister.


  • Ascher Stormbringer
  • Julia
  • Calia Larsen
  • Posey Prior
  • Milos Parhelion
  • Hugo Glass


  • No enemies


Smaller and sleeker than an American crow, Dogmeat is as dainty as a corvid gets. Light on her feet, often hopping about to forage, her wings bend and taper out like a seaside songbird's. Her sharply-pointed bill ends in a small hook, and the ruff around her neck often rises when she calls. Her dark feathers are shiny and slick, and glint blue-green on top, more greenish around the bottom. There are nicks on her feet and legs from sharp legs and shellfish, and around her right ankle, a crude iron band. It's stamped with her name, "DOGMEAT", in bold and crude font - the one who made it was likely an amateur. Her round, black eyes are always watching, well-attuned to the movement of her fishy prey. She has strong wings, and has practiced flying in unpredictable weather that would ground most other birds.

Dogmeat's scent is distinct from a normal crow's in that she often smells of salt and rotting fish. Not only that, but the scents of aquatic creatures both fresh and old stain her feathers like a dye. Rather than the raucous cawing most are familiar with, her voice is a nasal squawk. Sometimes she gives a defiant "unh-uh", and other times, she calls with an unwavering "awwwp, awwwp". To those not familiar with the traits of a fish crow, one might think her a begging, oversized chick.

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