Razor crawls up to you on his hands and knees,, and sniffs you cautiously, however, it was quickly replaced with delight

“Friend.. smell nice!” He exclaims, approving of your scent. He curiously sniffs at your satchel, which you had specifically brought for him. He looks quite happy

“Lupical bring meat?” He asks, giving you a pleased smile. He looks up at you. His palms were covered in dirt... his feralness was something you'd gotten used too.