Razor entered into the room unceremoniously. He was covered in leaves and dirt, and he left behind a mud track from his boots.

“Lupical!” He called out, his eyes shining as he approached you and stopped. He held out his hands, showing that they were filled with hand-picked berries and nuts. “Razor bring you gift. Lupical like?”

His eyes sparkled as he spoke, admiration shown across his face as he waited in anticipation for your answer.