This was his home. No matter which way he looked at it, this was where he spent most of his life. How he survived in the north he'd never know, and while every day his sis started to get stronger he remained as he was. His black tail flicked back and forth as he relaxed underneath one of the tree's. The moon was high in the sky tonight, as he breathed he could see it turning into a thin cloud of mist. As if he was giving birth to clouds. Razor wanted this time to himself - even if it might have been dangerous all the same. However lucky for him, Fiori was just next door if he needed.
Razor tried to remember his mothers scent, it was gone now. Replaced with loners and other wolves who had passed by this place. He shut his eyes for a moment to listen to the crickets singing in the snow. Opening them again he played with the snow with a paw, he didn't know what was going through his head. No one had ever asked him that, and he hadn't cared to answer. Since as long as everyone else was okay, he was okay too right?
Razor let out a sigh before he settled his head against his paws in the snow. His winter coat enough to keep him at least mildly warm. There wouldn't be any episodes to worry about tonight. But there would only be the emotional roller coaster he felt. What if someone he was close to was disappointed in him? What if he had messed up even with how hard he had tried? The boy shivered for a moment, moving his hind legs a bit to get more comfortable. Maybe no one would miss him tonight at home.
