Razor was, in many ways, like Wolvendom. Wild, untamed and free. The kind of person who preferred running among the trees at dawn with his pack or creeping after big game during a hunt to being anywhere near the society proper. He adored the wilds for many reasons.

His pack was really all he needed. They took good care of him, like he took good care of them in return. He knew very well that he owed his life to the wolves. He'd never have survived on his own as an infant. And yet, fate, for once, had smiled down on him.

Razor was also in the habit of honing his ability and taking down big game with his abilities. Even though the pack leader scolded him when the lightning burned the meat or changed the taste. It allowed him more time to ensure that the pack did not go hungry.

And sometimes... sometimes he looked at the distant city lights.

He couldn't remember when exactly he had started to watch the lights twinkle from what seemed to him to be light-years away. He'd always done it, from the moment he was old enough to venture further from the pack without getting nipped for recklessness. It was pretty. But it also made him feel lonely.

He'd never done well with noise. He wasn't used to it. He didn't like the city because it was pretty much constant noise. He'd never been anywhere but Mondstadt, of course, but he assumed that all cities were that way. It was more than enough reason to stay away from them. But sometimes he mourned that light.

He'd met you when you came into Wolvendom looking for some berries. You'd been attacked by some wild slimes - He'd scared off game in order to save you from them. He didn't know what made him do it. But your scent filled his nose, and he'd already committed it to memory. You smelled like an Anemo user... yet Pyro, Hydro, Electro, Geo, Dendro and Cryo as well. You were nice to him. Kind in a way most humans weren't.

You were from the city. And as much as you adored him, he knew you didn't like sleeping under the stars. So, eventually... Razor began to follow you. First a little ways from the city. Then, slowly, he entered it.

There had been an event for the Knights. You'd invited him to come. But he couldn't stand all the noise, all the people and bright lights. So he fled. When you found him, he was curled into himself in a quiet alley.

"...Too noisy. So I leave." His voice was quiet. Soft in a way that was uniquely him.