King Elk Forest the descent to hell is easy

Trajan thinks distantly that Mato's reasoning is flawed and small-minded. He is young and green and he does not truly know the dangers of the world just yet. But then again, the soldier thinks, it is not his place to judge the younger wolf. Mato has time to learn and make his mistakes, make the mistakes that Trajan had already made and learn from them. The soldier is here to offer his support, not to judge the younger male just because of his age. So, Trajan simply lifts a shoulder in a shrug and glances away, mismatched eyes staring into the far distance. Somehow, he misses home. Not here. Not Teekon Wilds. Home.
He shrugs that thought away, however, when Mato speaks and Trajan spares him a brief glance and an almost impercetible nod of his head. "Sure thing, boss," he says amiably, lifting his leg to mark yet another piece of land. He wants to comment on Mato's slip, but decides against it, guessing that if the younger wolf corrected himself so quickly, it probably meant that he had no wish to tell the others about that topic yet. Not that Trajan really cared, to be honest. Mato's sexual and romantic dealings were of no interest to the soldier.