Reap what you sew
02-26-2017, 06:36 PM
Despite his size - Razor was sickly to begin with. He grew up around dire sized wolves, at least Amachi and his brother were that way. So when Razor was aware of the male's presence he didn't even bat an eye. He was not in awe, nor was he really curious at all. His ears flicked forward for a moment as he felt the breeze against his skin. Paws scraping against the over toe of the grass. Razor was a pacifist to his core. Most wolves got along with him simply because he felt between worlds. He wasn't a fighter, hunter or a healer. He simply did as he always did - he was an advisor and would never preach to those who didn't need it. Most definitely a wolf he knew nothing about. However as the other brushed past him suddenly Razor was on his feet. He was worried - simply for one reason.
"Uhhh sir, you're heading towards pack lands that way." Razor wheezed out a soft warning to the other. As he turned to face him as he walked passed. Flicking his tail. It was not his position to protect Fiori from invaders but if this wolf wanted to harm his family they were a call away if anything. However he had a feeling it wasn't the case. Razor understood wanting isolation, so he could easily leave if the other wished. He hated to intrude on a loners alone time. They had no territory to call their own so why should he take up space of theirs. |
