While roaming the wasteland in a desolate city scavenging for supplies, caps and whatnot you couldn't help but notice an unusually larger and wider silhouette in the distance down the broken shattered road. You sneak closer to the rotund creature hiding behind some broken down cars. Peaking from your vantage point you realize it's a deathclaw, however it looks and feels...different.

It's visibly and impossibly obese yet they trudge down the street seemingly unhindered, stopping to scratch its massive belly and round hind-end. Despite its looks and the nature of deathclaws in general, this one however seems....friendly?

Curiously you leave your hiding spot, apprehensively approaching the tubby deathclaw. It hears your footsteps as it slowly turns towards you, its giant midriff now in full view as it bounces and glorps. You both exchange curious gazes, the larger one smiling gently at you with its pearly yellows. You didn't know one could smile at all. You make out what sounds like a pleased rumble from it, like it's kindly saying "hello." Perhaps your intuition was right after all.