You liked to play with Razor when you regressed, finding him to be quite entertaining and caring. Even if he regressed a bit older than you, he still always looked out for you.

Today was a bit different. Instead of trying to entertain you, Razor kept insisting you were too little to play with him.

“Little wolf too small!” Razor declared, crossing his arms over his chest. “Can not hunt like Razor. Little wolf stay here and play with toys.” He motioned to some of the toys you had brought with you.