The birds were singing this morning, making the boy curious enough for that. He stuck closer to Fiori's border this time as he started to walk. Walking from the gully to here took a lot of energy out of him. While Razor should have been gleaming with life - he was weak. He wasn't super small, simply lithe looking. Underweight maybe. Razor had been traveling so much because he missed his mom. He had entirely been seeking some time alone from his bickering family. Though things were beginning to die down now.
The boy stopped again when he neared the border. Teeth clamping shut when he felt his heart starting to beat faster. With his sister Holly nowhere nearby, Razor personally went into panic mode. Sitting down, he tried to steady his quickening breathing. He was having an episode he knew that much - a small one but still it scared him every time. As he breathed he let out a small whine before settling his head onto his front paws.
