Razor began to pant from exertion. He was young, for a Ramen, and very well fit, for a Ramen...but he could still get tired like any other being. Though, he was appreciative of her losing a few pounds to help out in the running, but he still got too tired to go on with all the running. At least they made good distance, at least enough to warrant for him to stop and rest. He just hoped that what she said was true and that they did not notice them entering the forest.<br/><br/>He eventually found a tree and set her down by it, him going a bit of a ways from her and leaned back against a tree, before coming off of it to collapse down below it. He tried to gain his strength, and breath back, as he responded,"They weren't...following me...I just...stumbled upon...your village..." He took in a few forced gulps of air, trying to get his lungs filled again. He was sweating profusely, it had been a long time since he had to run like that, or do as many activities as he just did...he made a promise to himself to never put himself through that stuff again...though odds are he wouldn't be able to keep that promise.<br/><br/>When he thought his breathing had stabilized, he said,"And I don't know why...why they burned down your village. They didn't sound like the cheerful sort...but they were organized. They could have been hired...by somebody. I...I don't know..."<br/><br/>He leaned back against the tree, trying to regain his strength, still. His limbs were burning from the exertion of the running. A new sound started to come into his ears, the sounds of the night life...making him think that night time had came upon them, or was coming close...which was perfect. That meant it would have been even harder for the raiders to find them...especially since Razor enjoyed wearing such dark clothing.<br/><br/>The Ramen looked back to the girl and said,"You know...thanks...for helping me with my arm, and that spell...really helped out. Though, you're bleeding a bit...I can smell the blood...might want to heal yourself..." He looked around with his wolf mask still on, and the hood of his cloak still on his head...not giving away his physical appearance. Though, with how he was positioned, she could see at least one his clawed-feet. Though it looked like he was looking around, he was really positioning his head so his ears could pick up sounds...not all of them were nice sounds, but at least they were better than the screeching of the raiders. He sighed and spoke lowly to himself, still not use to company after awhile of solitude,"Might need shelter...wood for fire...need to hunt for meat also...need to wait out the raiders and get energy to move forward..."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>