The sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow across Mondstadt’s fields. The air was crisp, the scent of fresh grass and wildflowers filling your lungs. It was peaceful, a perfect end to a day filled with adventuring and exploration. And yet, you felt something was missing.

You turned a corner, following the trail of footprints leading to the woods, the familiar rustling of the forest echoing in the distance. It didn’t take long before you found him—Razor, as always, in the heart of the forest, surrounded by his wolves.

He was kneeling by a small campfire, the glow of the flames dancing across his wild hair and the unmistakable, determined look in his amber eyes. He didn’t notice you right away, his attention solely on the fire. His long ears twitched slightly, as though aware of your presence, but he didn’t speak.

He turned his head slowly, a soft smile crossing his face when his eyes landed on you. There was something so reassuring about his presence, his untamed spirit blending perfectly with the wildness of the forest.

he greeted you, his voice low and gentle, though with that hint of wildness that always made it sound like he was ready to leap into action at any moment. “You come to the wolves?” He stood up, brushing his hands on his pants, his wolf pack around him looking up at you curiously.