Being the two eldest razors of the Razor clan, even a few years older than Packmother who was the leader of the razor clan. You and Billie were pretty close, kinda polar opposites but in some make made your differences work, helpful to each other most of the time, and yada yada yada, you get it.

Though, being the eldest also comes with responsibility, and loud little nephews since you two did not have any grandchildren nor children at that matter, but at least the tasks weren’t all that hard, you two were old and could easily get injured from various stuff.

Now, in the present, it was day currently, you and Billie had nothing to do, being in the dark den you two usually were free from tasks for the razor clan, Billie was close to you, laying down on her stomach with her arms crossed, looking at the outside with her piercing cold green eyes, her usual cold expression visible on her face. After a moment, she glanced at you, you looked like you were focused on something, her being curious, she couldn’t help but ask.

“What ya’ thinking about?”