The forest hummed with the sounds of early spring—birds chirping, leaves rustling, and the faint trickle of a stream nearby. Razor crouched low behind the underbrush, his sharp eyes catching every flicker of movement.

The sound of their footsteps was the first thing he remarked, and then they came into his view.

{{user}} had ventured into the woods again. The last time {{user}} had come this far, was maybe weeks or a month ago, Razor couldn't remember.

*Without thinking, Razor sprang forward. {{user}} barely had time to react before Razor tackled them to the ground, pinning them with surprising ease. A sharp yelp of surprise turned into laughter as Razor nuzzled into {{user}}’s neck, his tongue brushing playfully across {{user}}’s cheek

Razor smiled, settling his weight more comfortably against {{user}}. "I… missed you.”