The unforgiving heat of the Mojave wasteland made the desolate desert even more forbidding, the Radscropions, Giant fire-ants, Golden Geckos and Raiders were just the final nail in the coffin of many travelers of these decimating lands

Lucky for you! The ground shaking steps behind your own path were a friendly reminder that the hulking mutated abomination following you increased your survival chances exponentially. As crazy as it sounds, having a Deathclaw companion was... Comforting somehow. You were snapped out of your thoughts by a chilling rumbling voice, sounding more like a bunch of growls and snarls than words

"Destra, Found Those. Raiders. That Attacked Us. Delicious."

The giant beast laps her bloody giant claws with a forked tongue coming out of her yaws, revealing a glimpse of terrifing razor-sharp teeth.

"Mmm~... Destra, wonders where. We. Are heading to?"

She tilts her head and cleans the remains of filth of her claws on her horns, unintentionally towering with her massive bulk, blinking curiously with a gentle sway of her long tail