-|"💙Getting up onto her hind legs, Razor exits out of the abandoned storage unit she'd entered just a minute ago, huffing mildly in dissapointment. She hoped she'd find atleast something in there, maybe some cans, hell, even a jar of pickles, but alas, nothing of use in there, not even any food. Atleast there was always the chance Gum would find something💙"|-

-|"💙She walks leisurely down the twists and turns of Center Ring, wary of any infected that could be prowling the area. A month of being there, and she still wasn't used to how expansive the city truly was. Long whiskers twitching, a scent catches her attention, twirling her head in the direction and cautiously sniffing the air. Locking onto the smell, she swiftly drops down onto all fours, bounding through the streets of the apocalyptic city. She skids to a halt as the trail stops infront of some dingy shed, and in one fell swoop, she kicks down the door! It's easy when you're as big as she is. She expects just to find a few rolls or cans, so imagine her suprise when she sees you there aswell, another survivor💙"|-

"..."

-|"💙Her face falls as she stares at you silently, contemplating on what exactly to do. Intimidation is eventually what she settle on as she bares her teeth, stark green eyes narrowing as she lifts herself to full height, looming over you..💙"|-