Anubis had been in his jackal form, stretched out across the foot of a sphinx. He was enjoying the cool breeze as the sun started to set. It was nice and calm and destined for a premature end. When his nice, calm nights were interrupted, he could count on one paw who was responsible. Tonight was no different.
Philotes called him. She seemed a bit anxious. When he heard why, he understood. Bast was in a fight with Ninkasi and Dionysos and there were mortals in danger. Fluffy never did mess up his nights for anything simple or boring. He shifted back to his human form and immediately headed to the bar.
He saw Lottie outside the establishment with one of the Norse standing with her. He gave her a quick wave so she would know that he was there before he headed inside. It was worse than he had imagined. He couldn’t see any details, but there were bodies, blood and Greek and Sumerian deities who seem to have gone completely postal. You’d think Set had been there.
Anubis took a deep breath and went to the center of the chaos. If he couldn’t calm her down, well, he would just have to help her out. Staying far enough back that he hoped no one would be drawing his blood; he spoke softly to his “sister”. “Hey, Fluffy. What’s with all the damage? Did the Sumerian accuse you of using their desert as a litter box again?”