"If you say so, Raz." The young Werewolf murmured, shuffling his paws as he headed towards the Alpha’s van. Not sure if it was the wisest thing to ask favors of a very stressed out Fangs. Razor watched Spike shuffle off, black eark perked as he listened to the other’s voices fade into the shadows, the sun slowly melting into the horizon.

Razor looked back into the water trough. He shook his dark pelt and headed towards a small white car, the farthest away from Fangs and Claw’s van.

Gravel stone stirred silently under his paws, he walked with a long, athletic stride that took him where he needed to go. Razor scrached on the while car’s door, his tail tip flicking nervously. A lock poped and suddenly a pearly white muzzle met Razor’s new moon black as a blast of air swept in his face. Cold, icy blue eyes met fiery golden. The ice blue warmed at the sight.

"Ghost." Razor murmured, his eyes locked with hers.

"You were gone for four long weeks. We are getting low on supplies, only two more days worth of scraps…"

She stopped, eyeing Razor’s many cuts, bruises, and scratches, with a healer’s sense. "Lucky for you, I have enough herb salve to bath a horse. I have to make it as the human supplies only provid food, bedding and money." She said with a jokeing growl as she rustled around for the jar. Razor titled his head, ears perked.

The Artic Were Jumped out of her den (the white car), holding a small jar with red sweet smelling salve in her jaws. Ghost circled around the back of the car motioning for Razor to follow. He trotted after Ghost, ears peeled for noise. Ghost dropped the jar.

" Stand there and grit your teeth, this stuff stings like the end of the world." Ghost explained, glancing at Razor with pity. The white female Werewolf tightly held the glass container between two paws, then griped the handle in her front teeth and sharply twisted her head to the right. "Pop", the lid dropped to one side and a Ghost dipped her paw into the liquid. Razor gulped.

"How did you figure out how to do that without shifting to human?" He questioned, head tilted in curiosity. Ghost smiled; her carnivorous fangs showing.

Razor suddenly let out a yelp of surprise and pain as a searing; scorching, burning sensation sank into his lower back and thighs. The black Werewolf slowly turned his head, teeth clenched together to hold in a howl. So hard that his gums began to bleed. Ghost looked up at her patient apologetically as she quickly smeared more of the salve on his other side, sending more waves of burning pain that cut into Razor’s flesh like a band saw. He dug his claws into the dirt.

"Hang on, we have a lot of work to do on your back, not to mention your neck……"