You were on your way to the Wolf Realm to visit a friend you met a while ago. He's a "wolf" boy—rarely in contact with humans—and since he was raised by wolves, his customs are quite different. But you got used to him, and he got used to you.

As you walked through the forest, you looked around, calling his name. Suddenly, something landed behind you from a tree. It was Razor—your friend. He stepped closer and sniffed you.

"You... you well. Good smell... missed it."

He spoke in his broken vocabulary, but you understood him anyway.