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Oh how great. Razor had woken up this morning to a good mood, though she had a rather annoying song she could have sworn she heard once, maybe on a human's stereo or such, stuck in her mind. "Oh, bother." She murmured, rising to a standing position. Of course, there were very few times that she was ever truly troubled by what got stuck in her mind, unless it was violent, so she wasn't ruffled by that, nor was she particularly annoyed. The song was a cheery one, not that she'd go around singing it, or anything. As soft blue eyes gazed upon the surrounding area, the female found herself pondering what she would do today. She was not too far from Four Flags, which would make a perfect exploration for her today. However, she felt as though it would be safer going to a land that was unclaimed. Besides, the exercise might help her bulk up a little, and put the mainstream husky running through her veins to good use.

Though the proud Husky would never tell anyone, she was not blue blood husky, though she could have passed for one any day. A bubbly laugh escaped from Razor, though she couldn't place why, and gazing down at the expanse she could see, she shook her head and then chased her thickly furred, black and white tail for a moment. Finally she stopped, and looked down, realizing that she wanted to go to the Nature Preserve. A laugh escaped her again as she started forward, sturdy legs carrying her body in a lope. She was not exactly what one would call bulky, or thickly bound in muscle like some of the Siberian Huskies that lurked around, but she could still swear up and down that she was blue blood through and through. In truth, her father had been a tiny fraction of a mutt, which was carried along in her bloodline. But once again, we are brought to the fact that Razor would never utter a word of it, her pride far extending past it's boundaries.

In a short while Razor was slipping along the edges of the reserve, searching for the small spot she could just wriggle through. Finding it she slipped in amongst the underbrush, black and white fur actually blending somewhat with the mottled shadows. Of course, it was apparent when the light struck the snowy hue of her underbelly and underfur that she did not belong there, but otherwise, she looked as though the sunlight was being filtered through the bushes and falling upon some sort of fungi or something. Another laugh escaped Razor as she finally burst free of the foiliage, dancing on her forepaws and twirling around merrily. It had been a long while since she'd ever happened to get excited about nothing in particular like this, but she was most certainly a proud dog, and one that was prone to random good moods. "Oh happy day, oh happy day! Oh happy day, oh happy day! He taught me how, to wash," She sang, somewhat raspy voice actually hitting some of the notes. They weren't very good, but hey, she couldn't deny that she was good enough for herself.


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