King Elk Forest something beautiful happened here

The gray male speaks with eloquence and introduces himself and the female. Trajan, for some reason, finds the way Mato speaks amusing, perhaps it is because he himself rarely ever speaks in that manner, not finding it as practical as straightforward bluntness. But again, that is hypocritical of him, given that there had been numerous occasions where he speaks with more words than needed, twisting them to sound more elegant than what it actually meant. He likes to see the confusion dance across their faces.

The two are young. Younger than he, and yet the male, who could hardly be more than a yearling, if he even was that, was seeking to claim this land. Trajan wants to laugh, but he keeps his incredulity hidden behind his carefully constructed facade of indifference. They didn't have enough life experience to lead a pack properly, and here, this wolf wants to play being King. Trajan gives a mental shrug — he couldn't really care less, given that he has never been interested in playing leader and claiming a land, preferring to wander and wander, and maybe one day claim the kingdom of his ancestors. He is more than qualified for that, after all, and he feels no need to rule a new piece of land when he knows it will not be more than an experiment.

He shakes himself out of his thoughts and cants his head, bi-coloured eyes drifting from Mato to Seabreeze, then back to Mato again. Trajan finds the wolf intriguing, and his determination admirable. Perhaps, he thinks tentatively, he would be a fair enough king. But Traj doesn't know enough to judge, so he doesn't. He knows, however, that he likes this forest and wishes to live here longer.

"Traianus," the Roman introduces himself, "Traianus Frostfur-diAngelo." There is a certain kind of elegance in full names, Trajan thinks, it brings to you a history, a noble ancestry that you show off, but are only a tiny part of. "But everyone calls me Trajan," the corner of his lip quirks upwards and he dabbles with the idea of joining. The more he thinks about it, the more it makes sense. He liked this forest, and although Mato and Seabreeze were young, well, they could be good leaders. And besides, Trajan has no ambition to start a pack — to climb the ladders of one and become a leader, sure, but starting one, really, anyone could, but keeping one alive over the years, that isnn't something just anyone can do.

"You know, I like this forest a lot," Trajan begins, eyeing his surroundings thoughtfully. "Are you looking for followers?"