He watched her as she immediately lowered her head and cowered before him. Although Legion wasn't the type to work hard for anything really, he liked a bit more of a challenge when it came to the one thing he cared about in this life- women. Her words made him grin as she called him Master, though it was more due to amusement than it was to her attempt to flatter him.
"Master?" He shrugged his shoulders lazily and scoffed some.
"If that's what you want. You do understand that I'm not a Zepar yet, and I'm not The Shepherd.. right? I am in no way your Master.." He tilted his head, honestly confused by her extreme show of submission though.. perhaps with all those scars, there was a reason. Not that he really cared what had happened, truth be told. Something about Tana just made him want to stop looking at her, it was a shame. She might have been cute before all.. this.
"In fact, because you girls can't feed yourself very well- I'm the slave here. Slaving around finding food for you Lambs day in and day out, while you get to sit and do your thing." He was having fun now, grin on his face as he stood up again finally and looked toward the den.
"I know you have some pretty painful wounds on your paws, but you need to get yourself back to the den and get some rest or pretty soon all of your feet are going to look like this little stub here." He reached forward while he spoke, attempting to nudge her thigh above her amputated leg hard enough to possibly move to fall a bit if she wasn't expecting it.
"What are you doing out here, anyway? Aren't you a little far from your den?" He said, his tone still playful.
