Razor's ears twitched slightly as he listened to his father. So did that mean they were going to lose two parents then? How many moms and dads did wolves get anyway. Somehow he flinched when his brother stepped away and started to yell at their father. Heaving his chest, he couldn't get too emotional unless he wanted to get into a panic attack. The young boy recoiled still, shutting his eyes wishing it would just go away. Half the things his brother said he only slightly listened to. Of course he didn't want his dad to go. "Don't.... go." he whispered delicately against his snout. Though not making eye contact with any of them.
If Razor could help anything he would, but he knew there wasn't much he could do. He was physically weak, he could hardly even hunt on his own. Even then he shivered at the thought, did anyone really think it was a good idea to attack that man? He was a devil in diguise surely cursed by Zakuro himself. If anyone could bring him down, he had to think it wasn't his dad. No he hoped it wasn't him because then if someone else was doing it he wouldn't have to worry so much.
