And he pets her once permission is given. Razor's own touch is soft and comfortable. There's a certain familiarity in how to handle a wolf who has given permission to him. He doesn't take too much, but he likes to feel that fur under his fingers. He doesn't get to interact with many wolves here, and he misses his family.

"Wolf won't hold back," Razor reassures. He never has, at least. He's been a present, protective force over Razor. Near silent, as Razor seems to like, too.

Eustace's wolf talks a lot, he notes. He doesn't meet a lot of wolves who can talk who aren't Andrius.

He uses both hands and gently moves his hands over her muzzle before he removes them.

"Wolf good at leading. Like in pack." Wolf observes her for a moment, and nods towards Razor quietly. Whether or not they'll be friends he doesn't seem to confirm. He doesn't seem too inclined to go far, either. He's stoic and seems strong. He's confident. But he says nothing.

He wants to keep his eyes on the person who is his.