Bastion had done some previous hunting in this area before but that wasn't what he was interested in at this point. No, it had been the buildings to steal away his attention for the time being. He was curious as to what more treasures that they held. He wondered if there were more things contained inside of the buildings that he could possibly use. After all he was quite a curious little thing. He had proven as much on his time before in this area. He hunted the small mammals of the area. It wasn't for food though. No, he had cut them open in order to learn of their insides. He had used the items that he had found contained within the dilapidated buildings of the hidden village in order to complete such tasks.

It was a noise that furthered his curiosity. He poked his head out of the house in order to see what it was. He giggled as he noticed one of his earlier specimens rummaging around. "Come here." He called to the raccoon as if he expected it to listen to him and come over to him. Of course it didn't, instead it made to retreat back into the treeline instead. Most certainly this prompted Bastion in order to give chase and follow after it. "Where going?" He continued to talk to the creature as if it could understand him. Perhaps it could to some degree since the species was intelligent. Or at least it seemed to know to keep away from Bastion at least.

The boy ended up frowning as he lost sight of the stitched up creature in the trees. Though his attention quickly became distracted by another canine that was leaning against the base of a tree. "Where it go?" He called out towards the female as he approached. But then that question was quickly forgotten about in the place of another. "Why you no work?" The boy lifted an arm and pointed back in the way of the ruins. "You go work. Lots to do."

The female had clearly been taught what was appropriate. It reminded him of how his sister acted. He had broken her down on his own and now she was a slave to be used by the rest in the family. He had brought in a slave that needed a bit more breaking still. But at least he couldn't speak out against instructions again thanks to Bastion. So anyone that had been paying attention at the supper knew that he was quick to act out against insubordination. Of course it had been at Sirius's command but still he would have done it on his own accord. The male slave's companion had suffered at Bastion's hand for such a thing. He had ended up perishing but that mattered not to the small male. The kill had been one of many for him and he had no qualms with continuing that streak either.

A frown worked its way over the small boy's lips. He knew what he saw and he knew what it meant. If she wanted to represent herself as a slave even if she wasn't one then he would treat her just like one. It was her own fault for choosing to wear jewelry in a place where it was a symbol of status. If she didn't want to be seen as a slave then she should remove the jewelry and keep it out or else confusions like this were destined to keep on happening.

"Ring is rank. You slave." Even if it might not be her actual rank in the pack it was how she portrayed herself and so Bastion would remind her of that in his clipped words. "No talk. Go work." He was being nice for now but it was clear by his tone of voice that he would not stand for any sort of argument. Or actually he could probably use her himself. He turned his arm from pointing in the direction of the ruins in order to point into the trees. "Go find it." He figured that he would send her to find the stitched up raccoon that he had lost. "Find food." Or he would settle on some other morsel.

Bastion was smarter than most ever gave him credit for. Just look at his rank in the pack. Look at how high above all others the seemingly harmless boy was. He had the respect of the leaders, or at least one of them if not both. It was the favor that he had with the female leader that had earned him his rank. She knew his capabilities like no other. And that was during a time before he could shift. There was more to his mind than he allowed most in on. He simply played up the assumptions others had about him. It was just easier than trying to deny them. Besides being underestimated really was a help for him. It allowed for him to be unhindered because most had no clue of how cruel the small boy could actually be. They didn't know of what things delighted him.

The name mattered nothing to him. His own siblings were slaves to him. The name was nothing. There was no prestige to sharing a name with someone. You had to make your own way and make yourself useful and worthy. So no, just because she shared the surname of the Crone wasn't going to impress the boy. In his mind the female had to earn her own way. She wasn't of the high ranks and so she couldn't possibly matter to him. And it was made worse that she chose to associate herself with the slave by wearing their jewelry. If that was how she wanted to represent herself then that is how he would treat her.

"Put back slave. No allowed take out." Bastion wouldn't hear of it. Just because she removed the ring didn't change her position in his mind. She wanted to walk around wearing it then that is what she would forever be to him. First impressions were everything after all. it was obvious what wearing a nose ring meant in this place. If she was going to show herself off that way then he was going to put her to work like one. And of course he had the power to do what he wanted since he outranked her. She had to respect him and his wishes or else she risked punishment.

The female turning her back on him and refusing to listen and obey did not sit well with the small male. He wasn't used to being denied what it was that he wanted. And well, he could have a bit of a temper. A rather cruel temper at that. It was this exact underestimation that had gotten others harmed at his hands. And it seemed that this would be this woman's folly as well. Her place on the ground gave him the advantage that he needed seeing as to how short he was. Since she wished to turn her back to him then well she wouldn't see him approach from behind. He made to secure one had into her hair while the other reached out to try and wrap around her throat. Claws made to try and dig into the soft flesh as he sought to get a tight grip around her esophagus in order to limit her air supply. The hand that had sought out her hair attempted to jerk her head back in order to force her to look up at him and stare down into the face that was peering down at her. All of his attempts were to try and place her under his control, to show her just who was in charge. "You listen. You obey." The words were spoken on the edge of a growl. Bastion didn't do well with being denied what it was that he wanted.

The small male had quite a temper on him and he was quick to display it. This female wanted herself to be known as a slave so he would treat her as such. She hadn't desired to remove it at the Last Supper and now she wished to wear it even now so Bastion would treat her the way she wished for herself to be seen as. He most certainly showed that he hadn't any qualms at all about it. And why should he? He typically treated most everyone as if they were beneath him and therefore had to listen and pay attention to him. This case was no different at all for him. Well, aside from the fact that he was taking this to extremes simply because his female wore a symbol that was known to represent slavery in this place.

When he felt the touch against his arm he made to tighten his hold further. it didn't even bother to cross his mind that he could end up suffocating her. The thought of murder did not bother him the slightest. Actually this was tamer than other things that he had involved himself in. She was lucky that there wasn't any bloodshed. Bastion had no issues at all with staining his hands should the need to do so arise. He had already proven that at the Last Supper.

"You listen." The words were accompanied with a growl near the female's ear. His tone showed that the small male wouldn't except anything other than utter and complete obedience. It was the exact way that he trained his slaves to be. Bastion could prove to be a harsh master when he was crossed but, in the case of Janos at least, he could show himself lenient should he know that he was in complete control.

Once the female had placed the ring back and ceased her struggle did Bastion finally loosen his hold. "Find food." The demand was made before he freed the other from his grasp. "Good food. Young food." The boy made to clarify upon his demand. After all he had rather peculiar tastes. He preferred the blood to the actual flesh and so to him the young the better because of the years left being added to his own. He expected that now that he had admonished the female that she would listen and obey without a fight. He was letting her off easy after all so another mistake could really cost her. Just look at what he had done to the slave Darijus because of his outburst at the Last Supper. And since that slave hadn't seemed to have learned his lessen then Bastion had done worse at a later date. The young male was quick to punish the disobedient in what may seem like extreme measures and methods to others. So yes, Darijus was a prime example of what disobedience would get you while Janos was an example of the merits of exemplary servitude. And so Bastion watched the female and waited for his command to be heeded.