The Tangle don't look at me with those judgy little eyes

Trajan was still slightly offended at Sebastian's words about looking old, but he suppressed the desire to yell at the other male and simply smiled, enjoying the older male's laughter at his performance. He wasn't an entertainer, never was, and would never be one. He was a wild wolf, aggressive and built for survival, but once in a while, he entertained both himself and others by simply being himself. The sarcastic, impulsive, youthful wolf who was recklessly brazen and often very funny simply by saying what he said on a daily basis but amplified ever so slightly.

So far, so good. It seemed he had gained a new friend. Dipping his silver crown politely in response to Sebastian's good wish of 'happy birthday', he smiled delightedly. "Thanks, Bastian," Trajan said with a grin, then frowned. "Do you mind if I call you Seb or Bastian?" he asked with a casual lift of his shoulder, in his opinion, if they used these can of nicknames, it seemed as if they were actually slowly becoming closer despite actually being...only a bit more than strangers. "You can call me Rom, or Romu," the silver prince smirked, "Romulus can be a mouthful, at times." Trajan had decided that he would be Romulus from this moment on; no longer Trajan, but Romulus, the founder of Rome.

A new start. A new name. Trajan now released that the chances of him going back to Noctem Vagus were very slim. Adventure awaited ahead and here, he might even be able to build a family. Gone were the days of princedom; he didn't think he would ever go back and become the Emperor. So much awaited him in these wilds, he had to build something for himself, not inherit a kingdom from his father. That proved nothing of his worth, only of his father's. He wanted, no, he needed to have something that was purely his, not something that was passed down father to son. There was nothing wrong with ruling Noctem Vagus, it just wasn't his, and it would never be his. Here in the wilds, however, he had the chance of making something that was purely his and he felt like it was much better than inheriting a throne.

"Ah well, I don't suppose it really matters," Trajan said with a shrug in reply to Seb's comment about Swiftcurrent. He had inquired because he thought there was a chance he might be able to see Julius, Relonikiv again and maybe even Paarthurnax, his mother or Durnehviir, his sister. Seb did not know, but others might and while it didn't really matter, seeing them again would be really nice. "Thanks," Trajan said through a mouthful of seal. Then he swallowed and met Sebastian's gaze evenly, "if she loves you, if she followed you to build a new place for yourself, then she'll come back," he told him calmly. "Besides, it's always better to live for the present, not for the past or for the future. That's what I do. Life's easier that way. Or maybe it's just because I'm still young." the corner of his lip quirked upward in a rather devilish grin and he lifted a shoulder in an amused half-shrug as he began tearing into the seal once more.

From now on, he would be Romulus. Well, not technically from now on seeing as it would take time to get used to the name. But this was his cue for a new start and with it came a new name.