Tuktu Weir confessions of a sociopath

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Trajan senses movement and smells his scent in the air, yet remains carefully indifferent, eyes landing curiously on the androgynous newcomer as he lets out a chuff. He cants his head and moves forward, silently, towards the younger wolf, stopping just a feet or two away. The Roman can smell, distantly, familiar scents in stranger's pelt, and he huffs lightly, tossing his head like a lion may toss his mane and licks his lips, wondering at this wolf's intentions.
"You met with Mato," his voice rings out, low and lilting. He observes the wolf quietly, searching his expression for anything that might indicate...well, something, to the Roman. He finds himself interested in this wolf, which amuses him, because he rarely finds interest these days and to think that this yearling would be the one to spark curiosity in the soldier...