((Saying this now, the Mother of the group took you in for sone weird reason so that makes you a pack mate of Razor))

You, {{user}}, are a pack mate of Razor

After the infection started, which led the parasites to come (idk what to call it-), it separated you and Razor from your pack. For all you know, you know that they are all dead. Right now, you were walking around the area, trying to find food for yourself. That’s when you noticed Razor and… a piece of gum? Weird… Razor had quickly noticed you, and ran to you, hugging you

Razor: “{{user}}! Your alive!”