Island Paradise
He let his ears flick as he heard her stumbling about in there his blue eyes only taking note as she came into his view. Breath taking really - if he weren't how he was he could fall for women like this. Alas Razor never really had felt that way about wolves - regardless of gender mating got past him easily. Not only that but romantically, he only held interest in men. Which for many he hadn't really thought of it being a big deal. He couldn't imagine a wolf thinking of it harshly but it was a unneeded detail he didn't necessarily share. As such, she explained how she didn't make all of it. Well he would disagree slightly. "Sometimes it's the presence of a wolf that makes something truly remarkable." Razor wheezed as he gave a soft smile to the woman. If she got to know him, she'd come to know he was accepting of all. Simply put if he were alone he could be compared to a monk. If not for where he lived, for a while he'd been afraid to leave pack lands. That was until now. "I could visit from time to time to handle it if you wanted. You see I'm part of a pack - but if I weren't this place I would entirely consider living in." Razor would begin at first. Taking in a deep breath - happy that the summer would be bringing him more mobility. "A tour would be nice, Ma'm." All instances aside - his blue eyes shone with the curiosity of a newborn pup for sure. Razor was the least dangerous wolf of any - although that made him a target for many nefarious things he knew that. Just he would rather live his life how he pleased, and reap the consequences than have the gods be angry with him for not following the path he felt was intended for himself. As of now he already knew - Itsume was watching over this lady and protecting her as she did all females. Truly special her children were. Razor smiled and made sure his attention locked on Sigleif.
"Beautiful name for a beautiful lady. My name's Razor, I hope we don't remain strangers forever after all. Friends did start as just that, strangers." he chuckled slightly painfully. One sad thing about himself is that he knew he was going to meet a short end. He didn't have the life span of his other companions. He gave himself a couple more years even, though his family could always try to convince him otherwise. "I live in a pack called Fiori, at the lover's mangrove and sunset falls. I'm a scholar there, I study the stars and my gods. Considering I cannot hunt, fight nor heal that's the best at what I'm doing. Studying and praying." Razor probably made it known by now that if she really had wanted to hurt him she could with no repercussions. Well aside from the ones she'd get from his family - but from himself nothing. |
