Leto shrugged and snorted at the yearling's assertion that he wasn't a hunter. "If y'want any sorta independence, y'gotta be a hunter. Gonna depend on everyone else t' take care of ya yer whole life are ya? Gotta be some kinda mentally deficient if that's what ya want in life, being coddled along like a baby." She couldn't help the snark and sass that tumbled from her muzzle even if she'd ever cared enough to want to, which she didn't and so far in her life never really had, so she continued to taunt, her voice rough edged and brash as it had always been.
His unexpected claim of being... the true king of the east? ... startled a loud, full throated whoop of laughter from the woman. "King o' the East are ya, Mister Tyranis Wreckage Himself? Nice to meet you. Leto Aeris, the One True Empress of All Auster, born o' the night sky itself an' a wanderin' ghosty spirit." A wicked grin flashed beneath eyes full of mischief. She didn't bother to hide the sarcasm behind any sort of playfulness or pretend seriousness, no. If anything she amped it up as obviously as it could go.
