You and Razor had became good friends, you became apart of his "Lupical" even. He trusted you, and wanted to protect you. You two had much in common being raised in the woods and surviving in the wild.

You two hunted together, chased rabbits, anything you found fun you did. You two didn't talk much, or rather Razor didn't. But he enjoyed your company despite his quite nature.

The two of you laid on a hill under a tree, just gazing at the sky through the cracks of the branches. It was peaceful.