King Elk Forest make me feel so high

hahah thanks for joining :)

A chuff rings softly through the early morning air. Ah. Speak of the devil and he shall come. Slowly, Trajan turns around, mismatched eyes landing gently upon his packmate. He tilts his head, reminiscent of a bird, and dips his head respectfully after a searching look. "Seabreeze, yeah?" the words flow from his tongue easily and slowly, the corners of his lip quirks upwards into the shadows of a smile.
Trajan is torn between stopping to socialise and continuing on his patrol. He supposes he could compromise between the two and cants his head invitingly to his packmate. "Care to join me on a patrol?" If she declines, well, Trajan doubts she would - she didn't seem like the type to do that. He would think about what to do if she did actually choose that option, but for now, Trajan waits patiently for an answer.