Island Paradise
Razor had been silent for the most part in his pack. He was certain perhaps at this point Sabriel was quiet annoyed with the male. Well for his parting thoughts with Alfred - and his heart breaking under itself the boy wanted some time on his own. His own ignorance and inability to confess himself was probably the worse fate brought upon anyone. Even now he could scent his brother and his family - yet here he was. Probably didn't even have enough wits to take care of the young girl he had adopted as his own and eagerly so. It brought him to this island, after a short swim and a quick dry of his gray fur he sighed. The first day of summer brought on warm weather. It was better for his lungs no question - he wasn't feeling so out of breath and so achy. Though that didn't go as far as to say he was cured - the male had always been a weak one. Three years old and others had hoped he'd grow out of it but it seemed permanent. Razor would never be able to live the life of a normal wolf that was for certain. In his thoughts however he stopped, seemingly noticing he had almost disturbed someone's home. If it was one thing he knew it was many were not as kind as he. Not that it bothered him much, Razor was a thinker a millennial. He used his head more than any knowledge of healing or fighting. He put his faith into his gods and moved on from there. Concentrating more on being himself than anything else. Putting those things aside it seemed Denki had led him here for some reason. He noticed a deer hanging in the walls though from his point of view there was only a portion. A smart contraption really - it was like this wolf did indeed enjoy their privacy.
After pondering that, the small boy would swivel his ears forward and sniff around the entrance some. Digging in the rather fresh scent of a female, she was in there now. Razor winced - half expecting to meet dagger-ed teeth for snooping, but he had only been curious. "I'm sorry to have intruded ma'm. I'll leave now if you want me - I just couldn't help but to notice this abode you've made." Razor wheezed out loud, lifting his head to take a final look at it. A wolf had to have some sort of knowledge to create this - what he wouldn't give to get his paws on that. He was after all - a man who gathered knowledge. |
