King Elk Forest something beautiful happened here

Trajan is under no impression that he is alone. Just as Mato did, he hears pawsteps and with a flare of his nostrils, catches the fresh scents lingering in the air of the forest. He does not venture to find them; he wishes to past by and explore quietly without hostile interference. However, when a voice sounds out in the air, the Roman heaves an inaudible sigh and stops in his exploration, silently resigning himself to an encounter with strangers. 

"A stranger," Trajan replies, his voice low and lilting and devoid of emotion. Quietly, he makes his way towards the strangers, following the scents. It doesn't take long and soon he sees them, bi-coloured eyes carefully guarded as he analyses the scene before him. One is a male, still young, draped in a pelt of silver and bearing eyes of bright green. The other is a female, and here he notes with a flicker of amusement, that the male is positioned in such a way that he is shielding the female. From what? Him? He is flattered, if only briefly. Mostly, he is amused, though his countenance remains carefully indifferent.

"I come in peace," Trajan states dryly, his posture passively neutral. He cocks his head curiously, in a manner resembling that of a bird but does not say anything else, quietly wondering what they would do next.