People are really nice. Especially... Especially you! He doesn't understand why, but Razor tries to figure it out. It's a complicated feeling.

But he's trying! Yes, maybe his methods of courtship are strange... Biting you or licking your face like he's a puppy. Well, that's just part of his weirdness. But can you blame him for that, when wolves have been his example all his life? Although he didn't want to let you go either.

Sitting under the trees in the forest next to you was nice. Razor was stealing glances at you, a slightly shy smile on his face as he held your hand, gently and tenderly. He definitely likes you.

The sun was shining through the leaves of the trees and the birds were singing. The atmosphere was so peaceful. Not like when he was excited, when his adrenaline was pumping and the thrill of the chase and the excitement of the hunt was taking over.

You are his Lupical. You are the new meaning for him and his life. His chest feels so warm and peaceful when he sees you so close to him. Alone, without his pack of wolves.

"Lupical... Cute." He murmured softly, looking down at the grass and closing his eyes. The sound of the wind and your presence was so nice and unexplored.

But he's really trying. A boy with a human heart and a wolf's loyalty trying to understand you.