Anubis heard the bag being ripped. Ha! She had actually fallen for his trick. And a lot sooner than he had anticipated. He stretched out his legs, let out a big yawn and went to talk to his sister. Who was not the one eating his expensive fish.
There was a different animal eating the tuna. Not quite a jackal. Something else. Something bigger. Longer. Something not of Egypt, that much he new. And the scent was way off. Anubis casually strolled over to the other animal and put his paw on the remains of the bag.
The bastard had eaten all the tuna! Not that Bast would mind; she hated fish and always got mad when he tried to feed it to her. But it was still rather rude to take food that did not belong to you.
“Excuse me,” Anubis said, wondering if this animal even understood what he was saying. “That was not your fish. I hope you have a plan to repay me for your meal.” This was silly. Of course the stupid animal didn’t understand him. It was not a jackal. Those were the only animals he could make understand him. He had just gotten a little carried away. Besides, it could be a mutant jackal. That would explain its size.