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He senses her before he sees her, black leathery nostrils flaring as he catches her scent and hears, distantly, softly, pawsteps against the ground. Trajan weighs his options, then continues onwards, as if he hasn't heard anything at all. There is no point in stopping, he thinks to himself, if they want to find me, they'll find me eventually. He is not afraid of battle, being a seasoned warrior, or so he thinks. And this was the season of plenty - he would recover easily if injured.

The Roman catches sight of her, a wolf cloaked in gray, bearing eyes of the brightest blue. He tilts his head curiously, and wonders at her intention, or if she had any at all.

Trajan breathes in her scent, and realises she is from a pack, though, it appears, she hadn't been there for long. Is she afraid that he would trespass or something? There is no danger of that - he doesn't care enough to trespass.