King Elk Forest burn it up

The stranger's imitation of himself draws yet another lopsided smirk onto Trajan's lips and he finds the other wolf's answer equally entertaining. Vanity, to a certain extent, amuses him. Past that certain extent, it was annoying. Granted, Trajan had met very few wolves who had actually passed that certain extent - most were actually on the other end of the spectrum, worrying too much and wallowing in self-pity - but when he did, there was always this urge to beat some sense into the other creature. Distantly, he hopes that this stranger would not pass that certain extent.
"Is that so?" Trajan cants his head, the smirk dancing on his lips. "And what's that reason?" It is nice to meet someone like him when this pack was ruled by someone like Mato whose closest friend, it appeared, was Seabreeze - a girl who was, in Trajan's opinion, the girl version of the leader. This stranger was like a breath of fresh air. 
"A pack, as well," Trajan shrugs. "Well, it's not an official pack yet." He has his misgivings about Mato, but he does not voice them out loud. There are ears and eyes everywhere, after all, and he would rather not be kicked out for treachery.