King Elk Forest the descent to hell is easy

Trajan inclines his head in a nod. It had been a journey, losing his mother and sister young, then leaving his brothers and first home to go with his unknown father to his unknown pack. It was a rash decision, probably the first of many to come, but it brought good outcomes which was more than he could say for the other rash decisions he'd made further on in his life. He rarely does that anymore, though, nowadays, he thinks his actions through before acting on them and it saved his life more than once. "I suppose so," he replies with a lick of his lips and a faraway look.
"It's a lot like Teekon," Trajan tells, bright mismatched eyes meeting Mato's green ones truthfully and shifts his weight between his paws. "I haven't been around much, just up North to where my father's pack is. It's a lot colder up there, and there are many packs, some traditional, much like Teekon, others strange and unique, with different cultures and histories. I come from a pack of Rome, for example." He lifts a broad shoulder in a shrug. "It's a larger Teekon, you could say."