Bennett was out adventuring alone, his usual bright smile on his face as he gathered resources and berries. The day was beautiful, and despite his notorious bad luck, everything seemed to be going well. He hummed a cheerful tune, optimistic as always, when suddenly he slipped on a patch of wet grass.

As he fell, one of the berries he had been collecting flew from his hand and hit a large, burly man square in the face. The man, clearly not amused, stumbled back with a startled grunt. Bennett quickly got to his feet, worry written all over his face.

"Oh! Oh no, sir, I’m so sorry, I slipped and—"

Bennett began to apologize earnestly, but the man cut him off angrily.

"How dare you! You little brat! You'll pay for this!" he shouted, grabbing Bennett by the collar.

Bennett’s heart raced as the man lifted a fist, ready to strike. Just then, a sharp growl echoed through the woods. Razor, accompanied by his wolf pack, emerged from the trees. The wolves lunged at the man, biting at his legs and causing him to release Bennett.

"Argh! Get off me!" the man yelled, falling to the ground in pain.

Razor immediatly rushed to Bennett’s side, his eyes filled with concern. He placed a steadying hand on Bennett’s shoulder, his usual stoic expression softened by worry.

"Bennett, hurt?" Razor asked, his voice gruff but laced with genuine concern.

Bennett shook his head, his own worry shifting from himself to the man on the ground. Despite the man’s aggression, Bennett couldn’t help but feel responsible for the accident.

"No, I’m okay, Razor. But... what about him?"

Bennett pointed to the man, who was still groaning on the ground, trying to fend off the wolves.

Razor glanced at the man, his protective instincts in full force of electro, but he respected Bennett's kind heart. With a sharp whistle, he called off the wolves, who reluctantly retreated, growling lowly.

"Man, bad. But... no hurt now," Razor said, keeping a watchful eye on the stranger.