Razor tried to shake off the feeling after the meeting. Of course he was happy wolves had made up - so maybe now he could tell his uncle Leo they weren't fighting anymore. His paws pressed against the mild snow that had fallen the night before. His crystal blue eyes looking up at the sky in the valley. A small overcast making the world he lived in right now very much white. His black tail curled around his haunches and he shivered. He thought about going back inside, it might have been a better idea then this. The caves were a lot warmer and he didn't want to worry Holly too much.
Razor sneezed mildly as he sighed, relaxing out on his stomach. So at the moment, were they just waiting for spring to come around? What really could he do, he wasn't strong, he didn't know any herbs. He could barely hunt - unless it was small prey of course. Razor really was starting to doubt why he existed in the first place.
