King Elk Forest we are like gods at the dawning of the world

Trajan had his doubts. There are moments where he wonders if pledging himself to the boy king and staying in Teekon Wilds, the place of nightmares, was the right thing to do. More often than not, the conclusion he drew told him to leave immediately. Even he wasn't quite sure why he'd stayed despite all his misgivings - perhaps it had to do with the whispers in his dreams. The voice of Pluto, his patron god visited him in his thoughts and although Trajan was never quite sure what was said, he understood the general gist of it and had stayed.
When Mato's voice rings through the air, Trajan stays quiet only for a moment before he tilts his head, allowing his song to mix with those of his pack. His packmates. There is something strange about this situation that draws a smile onto the soldier's lips - he's part of a pack again. Perhaps this time, he would stay.
The Roman moves towards the sound of Mato's voice. When he arrives, he settles close to the others so his presence would be noted but not to disturb the other wolves already present. He sings again, and wonders at the strange feeling in the depths of his chest.