Swiftcurrent Creek welcome home

It was strange, Trajan thinks distantly, that after so long, he is back here, his first home. The place is silent and empty of strong wolf scents - there are only lingering ones of ghosts, drifters, wolves that came and left and rarely returned. That was fine with him; he'd rather not bump into any familiar faces. Taking a step forward, the greyscale man surveys the land through bi-coloured orbs with a kind of detached interest.

He hasn't seen his siblings for so long that he barely even remembers them. Distantly, Trajan wonders if they'd all died. He shakes his head and strides forwards, paws barely making a sound as he glides over the grass and follows the creek downstream. Purpose evades him still, but the Roman is content with wandering his birthplace until he finds it, or it finds him.