Swiftcurrent Creek welcome home

"Russian?" Trajan perks up all of a sudden, his tail flicking lightly behind his back. "I know a bit of Russian, but I'm not that good," he lifts a shoulder in a shrug, the corner of his lip quirking lightly into the smallest of smiles. "Still, Trayan sounds nice," he states in a thoughtful tone, although his thoughts have long wandered elsewhere. Distantly, he remembers his father telling him about a Russian friend — well, more of a Russian slave, captive, brother, enemy kind of thing, and they did end up fighting each other, but Shadow had said that he quite liked the Russian's spirit.
"I was born here," Trajan says simply with a roll of his shoulders, amusement dancing briefly in his eyes. "This was the last place I saw my mother, my sister and my two brothers. Thought I'll pay it a little visit before I go." He hides the nostalgia and sadness behind a facade of easy smiles and insouciant gestures, but there is pain biting in his heart and tearing at his soul. What he would give to see them again...