Take them and disappear

Razor sniffed across the borders of the hot spring. He knew well enough that he couldn't cross it but what he was really doing was following his mothers scent. He was so young that he didn't want to forget it now that she was gone. Of course his family would be upset that he left, they always got so scared about Razor leaving the den. He and Epinone had only recently gotten better, as to where his sister was going to do well. Razor was left permanently looking small and rather skinny. Naturally though - he wasn't starving or anything of the sort. His black tail twitched, crystal blue eyes curiously looking at the hot springs. His uncle lived here, he had only seen him once when he was little. Even then Razor didn't even look like he would've made it.

If it weren't for the situation, Razor probably would have stayed in bed all day. There were things to be done yes but his mind was a wreck sometimes. Not that he beat himself up over it much. He wasn't there at the death match so maybe it just didn't sink in as well for the boy. His light gray legs slipped a little into the winter cold. It was tempting to jump into those springs - but he couldn't. He sighed partly to himself.