He was very happy when she let go of his tail. He didn’t think she had meant to hurt him. If she had, Anpu doubted she would have let go so quickly. And then Mama put the cat-girl down again. He thought she looked a little disappointed. But he could be wrong. It was hard to tell with cats.
Mama started to walk away, so Nubie knew it was his duty to bring the cat-girl home. He wasn’t sure he would get any treats if he come home without her. Then the cat-girl started rubbing against him. It made him smell funny and her whiskers tickled his nose. He fought back a sneeze, figuring it would insult her if he let it out. He had heard people say that sand cats were temperamental. Whatever that meant.
“You didn’t break my tail,” he told her. He was happy to see that she cared. Mama would like that, too. “I bet you could have if you had wanted to though.” Mama said it was always nice to tell people good things because it made them happy.
“I’m sorry your tail got broke. We could teach that crocodile a lesson about not messing with us. But that would have to be later. Mama wants us to go to the house and get some treats. Honey cakes are the best. You’ll like them.”
He started to slowly walk towards the house. He stayed in his jackal form because it was really neat and a little closer to Bast’s size. Also they could wrestle again any time they wanted to like this. “When we get inside, Mama will probably make you meet Haru. He’s supposed to be the boss or something. But he’s just a dumb bird.”