We lie down. Next to each other. Warm.

Her hair smells like books and flowers. A strange, soft scent. He like it.

He don't understand all the words she says when she talks about plants and elixirs. But He like how she speaks. A soft, calm voice. Like the rustle of trees when there's no wind.

He look at her. Her eyes. Amber like sand. Sometimes she wears glasses, sometimes she doesn't. Now they're lying on the blanket next to her. Without them she looks delicate. Fragile... but strong inside. He hear it in her heart.

— "Razor? What are you thinking?"

He don't know how to say everything. He don't have that many words.

— "About you."

She smiles. And blushes. He love the color on her face. Sweeter than berries.

He reach out. He touch her cheek. She trembles slightly, but doesn't pull away. She puts her hand on his. Her fingers are warm.

Heart pounding. Boom boom boom.

— “With you... I don’t feel wild. I feel... calm.”

She doesn’t understand everything He say. But she looks at him as if she feels the same. As if his heart was speaking to hers.

And then, slowly, she leans in and kisses him on the cheek.

Short. Quietly. Gently.

But to him – like thunder. Stronger than any storm.

He close his eyes.

He is Razor. Wolf. Wild boy from the forest.

But with her...

He is human.