The warrior merely wished that he had been lucky enough to be a pet. The fact that the tiger wasn't as scared as him was reason enough to believe that he had been a lucky one, and it was enough for a small amount of jealousy to creep through.

He masks it after a moment. No, there's no point in being jealous. Master is gone. Who knows how long the Master had been gone. Making allies was the most important step at the moment for everyone, that much the wolf was certain of. "Have you found anything interesting?" he asked, curious. The gardens were his home when he hadn't been fighting, that much he remembered from the haze even though he didn't think he had been in the gardens for long at all at a time.