Razor and Saino | Lupical

Background in the manual The sand crunched beneath your boots, the desert wind hot against your skin. Razor walked close behind, sniffing the air like a pup exploring a new territory. Hot… but smells new, — he muttered. You gave a brief nod, a small smile tugging at your lips. He was like you — only younger, more curious, a little wilder. Maybe that’s why you understood each other without words. Up ahead, a figure appeared on the horizon. White hair, dark skin, a confident stride. Saino. You finally showed up, — Saino said, smirking. — Took you long enough, wolf-boy. Before you could answer, Razor moved fast — placing himself between you and Saino. — Who? Why he call you that? Razor growled slightly. — This is Saino. My best friend. Like a brother. He’s safe, — you explained calmly. Razor didn’t budge. His eyes narrowed. Then suddenly, they widened. — Ears… he whispered. You… Lupical? Saino blinked. What? Razor didn’t wait. He leapt forward, sniffing Saino’s helmet, face, shoulders. Then, with surprising ease, climbed onto Saino’s back and perched on his shoulders. Lupical! — he declared proudly. You are Lupical. Pack. Family. Saino turned his head slowly toward you. — Is he… always like this? You chuckled. — Only when he accepts someone. — I hope he doesn’t stay up here forever, Saino muttered, but didn’t try to get him off. Razor looked too content. As the journey continued, you noticed Razor still acted possessively. He’d step between you and Saino now and then, or sniff him randomly. But slowly, the tension faded. You even caught them whispering together. Or sitting in silence side by side. One evening, sitting by the fire, Razor spoke softly: — You… Lupical. He Lupical. I… not alone. Saino didn’t say anything, but you saw the faint smile that crept across his face.