“No sheep will do honour to the grace of your figure, but I will endeavour to find one that fits you to the best of my abilities, Your Grace” he promised her. He would remember the details of her request, and head out this very day to find one that matched as closely as physically possible, to what she asked.
He almost didn’t catch the moment she stopped, and was only just able to draw himself to an immediate halt, his paws falling heavily to the earth, and he opened his maw to ask the Klein if something was the matter. Before he could do so, she called out to someone that was not him, and he turned with surprise. His heart plummeted immediately as he caught sight of the bluish wolf that had caught the attention of the Klein.
His head hung low, and then lower yet as Zee gave her normal sass. This was not going to go well, oh dear, oh dear. He knew Pandora, and her opinion of slaves. Zee was nothing but property, a tool, and one that should work to the best of its ability or be discarded. With a heavy heart, the titan tensed, prepared physically, if not mentally, to follow the orders likely to fall next from his betters lips.
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