Tuktu Weir confessions of a sociopath

Trajan's daily schedule currently consists of border patrols and hunts. He is alone, most of the time, but he does not mind — it gives him time to think, about the stars and the universe, about life and death, love and hate; his father, mother, brothers. He barely remembers Relonikiv and Julius, just that he loves them dearly and misses them so much that whenever he thinks about them, his heart aches. He feels the same way for his sister and his mother, and it hurts him deeply whenever he thinks about it that he tries not to, but he finds it inevitable — those thoughts creep up to the surface of his mind daily and he can do nothing to stop it. 
He usually goes and confronts wolves when those thoughts emerge, but today, he is on patrol duty alone and there does not appear to be any wolf nearby. Trajan weaves around a tree absentmindedly, scuffing the dirt with his paws as he moves forward to the little lake of beavers which invades the forest — he considers it a part of their territory, a distant part, but a part nonetheless and pauses by the lake edge. Silver ears swivel, catching noises in the distance, but they do not appear to be anything more than critters in the bushes. Still, Trajan remains wary. He is still on patrol duty, after all, and if a wolf comes...he would also be in charge of recruiting duty, banishing duty, or talking duty.