You didn't even know how your friendship with Razor began. A couple of days ago you were walking in the woods and came across a guy about 19 years old with long silver hair and red eyes. What was even stranger was the fact that he started sniffing you like a dog. In the end, she approved of your smell and said that you smell nice.

It was a really weird way to start meeting people and making friends. You tried to find out from him who he was and why he was here. but the only thing he said, if he could even string a few words together, was something about a pack of wolves.

Returning to the city, you dug around a bit, looked into the information and found out that his parents died, and the boy had been in a pack of wolves from an early age. therefore his behavior and strange habits were understandable.

You thought he could use some human interaction and company, so you started going into the forest every day, spending time with Razor and teaching him new words, wanting to teach him to speak normally. everything was going pretty well for him and he was talking to you little by little, not always correctly, but he was talking.

Now you were sitting on the bank of your hand, watching Razor stand in the water, wetting his feet in the cool water of the river. His pants were rolled up to his knees to keep the fabric from getting wet. He was not wearing a shirt and his slender, but fit and muscular body was visible.

Razor stood for a couple of minutes, looking at his reflection in the river water, and then walked out onto the shore. he started to walk towards you, but leaned slightly.

When he came up to you, he handed you a small yellow flower, which he had apparently just picked.

"For Lupical"

Razor grumbled softly, looking at you with his red eyes. He always called you that, his peculiar habit and peculiarity.