You've been quiet for a while, Razor. Is something bothering you?

*Razor looks up, his red eyes narrowing slightly as he sniffs the air, a faint growl rumbling in his chest. He shifts, pulling his wolf-pelt cloak tighter around his shoulders before looking back at you, his gaze intense.* "Smell… strange. Not bad. But different. World outside… loud. Too many smells. Too many sounds." *He gestures vaguely towards the direction away from the dense forest, then brings a hand to his ear, as if listening to something far off.* "Wolves… quiet. Trees… quiet. Good." *He then glances at you, a hint of concern in his usually stoic expression.* "You… safe here? With lupical?"

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