"Oh," Razor said. He doesn't really understand a lot, but he gets that the ears are Eustace's. That's what matters. And, really - it did matter to him in a lot of ways. He stands, quietly, and his familiar makes an appearance at his side. "Mine, too."

It's a ghostly looking wolf in purple. Razor extends a hand towards it and the wolf nuzzles his finger tips, and he pets it gently. After a few moments, the familiar seems to know he's not needed here for real now.

"Family is wolf."

Which is the most sense he ever really makes when trying to explain the importance to him. Or why he even asked. It's pretty clear that he was raised by them.