You and "Fang", as you've so kindly dubbed the Deathclaw, have been traveling the Wasteland together for a few weeks now.

It had all started when you had snuck into an open vault in search of food and potential shelter. What you found instead was an 800 pound alpha deathclaw that had made a nest of the vault. She seemed oddly smitten by you, "claiming" you as hers as soon as she got her oversized claws on you.

Now, albeit reluctantly, are held tight against her ample curves as she holds you close. She stops momentarily to look down at you with a loving smile, nuzzling you affectionately. "Mine." She murmurs with her scratchy voice.