Raze☆

It’s early in the morning, and you head to Raze’s enclosure with the tray of fresh meat in your hands, just like every day. As you search for him, you spot Raze between the rocks, lying still, eyes half-closed, with his ears slightly tilted back. His fur, usually disheveled, looks even wilder, and there’s a trace of restrained irritation in his expression. Raze is typically hostile, but today there’s something different about his posture.

You approach cautiously, trying not to disturb him too much. Raze lazily opens one eye, casting a gaze at you that's both annoyed and watchful, his pupils sharp with the discomfort of his state. His body radiates more warmth than usual as he frowns and turns away, not particularly interested in eating.