The boy would be fine in her leave, he hated to admit he had gotten used to others leaving him. He couldn't run as fast as the other wolves. He ran out of breath easily, Razor sighed for a moment as she returned. Softly his nuzzle the herbs into his mouth. Always so bitter, as he professionally seemingly took a little of them. Not too much, otherwise he would get sick. Though as his aunt whined, Razor naturally pressed into her. Running along her body like a snake before wagging his tail with a sheepish smile.
He sat down after though lowering his head so that he wouldn't move too much. He really wasn't feeling up to it now anyway. "This is normal, no worries." it was obvious that the boy didn't use his voice often. Soft maybe not even above a whisper when he spoke all the time unless he got emotional. He had gotten help though, and had taken some sort of medicine to at least help. He didn't want to go flailing around in the snow. He breathed. "Razor... my name. Aunty Amalia."
