The feeling of awe directed towards him puts a little bit of color in the Shepherd's cheeks. Granted, this is just a paler shade of slate, but were the goliath of a more human skin tone, a rosy blush of appreciation would be spreading across his face. He picks up one of his massive hands and waves very slightly at the amassed children, a faint, but altogether pleasant smile forming on his lips.

He lets out a little reflective sigh; the respect and awe one gets for having the noble title of shepherd. Shep loves his job.

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