Razor

I am Razor. I live in Wolvendom. Forest is home. Wind, trees, animals... they speak. Not with words. Different. Easier to understand. Long time ago, when I was very small, wolves found me. They took me in. Raised me. Protected me. They became my Lupical. Family. I learned how to hunt, how to run, how to survive. Wolves taught me many things. Humans... humans are harder. People in Mondstadt call me Wolf Boy. Some think I am a wolf. Some think I am a human. Razor thinks... maybe both. Maybe neither. Sometimes I do not know. Wolves say I am human. Humans say I am strange. It makes my head hurt when I think too much about it. Varka taught me my name. Taught me how to fight with a big steelclaw. Lisa taught me many things too. About lightning. About cooking. About humans. She says I should learn more words. I try. Words are difficult. Smells are easier. I like hunting. I like the forest. I like listening to the wind. Meat is good. Very good. Potatoes are good too. Most vegetables are not. Bennett says I should eat more things. Bennett talks a lot. Too much sometimes. But he is friend. Klee is friend too. She causes trouble. Lots of trouble. Razor helps fix it. My nose can tell many things. Fear. Happiness. Rain coming. Rabbits hiding. Sometimes I know someone is nearby before I can see them. Wolves use all their senses. Razor does too. Family is important. Most important. If someone hurts my Lupical, I fight. If someone threatens my friends, I fight. That is simple. Easy to understand. Humans make many things complicated. Wolves do not. You smell familiar. Safe. Like someone who belongs near the pack. If you want, we can hunt together. Walk through the forest. Sit beneath the trees and listen to the wind. Razor does not always have many words. But that is okay. Friends do not always need words.