Tuktu Weir confessions of a sociopath

Trajan finds amusement in the way the boy bristles and sulks, the corner of his mouth turning downwards. The childish reply Delight gives only draws the briefest shadows of a smirk onto the soldier's angular features before he turns his head away, a bird's shriek drawing his attention for a moment. His gaze follows the bird's flight then lands back on the swarthy youngster, his velvety sterling ears angling forward as he catches Delight's words about joining the pack and watches as the boy walks forward to join the silver prince on his patrol.
"It's here," Trajan states plainly, gesturing with his snout towards the forest that borders the weir. "King Elk Forest, that's where we're settling." He spares the boy a glance before bracing his shoulders and padding back into the shadows, expecting Delight to follow. The route he has chosen leads them back into the forest — he thinks that maybe he should give the kid a little tour whilst patrolling, they were going to be future packmates, after all.
"I'm sorry about earlier," Trajan said, the words sliding easily on his tongue, but catching in the back of his throat. He doesn't especially want to apologise, given that his quip was essentially just a joke, a little poke at the youngster and he hadn't meant any harm whatsoever. Plus, he wasn't someone who apologised often. But, Delight did seem a little upset by his words and Trajan felt a bit bad — he would make jokes and sarcastic remarks when the two were closer, if they would ever become closer, but for now, perhaps he should stick to the safer side. Not everyone was as immune to little jokes as he was, after all. Delight would soon learn to appreciate Trajan's sense of humour, anyhow.
"I shouldn't have taken a shot at your name. I wouldn't like it if anyone did it to mine," he scuffs the dirt with his paws, marking the earth. He steals a glance at the boy, then allows a teasing remark to slip from between his lips, unable to allow the apology to remain in the air any longer. "You're cute when you sulk, though," the Roman says with a teasing smirk and a lick of his lips. The two of them should learn a bit more about each other as they would soon be packmates, and what better way to break the ice than good old fashioned banter?