Anubis was outside the temple in his jackal form. He had stolen a bone from the kitchen and wanted to bury it in the sand before he got caught. They didn’t always like it when he tried to bury things in the garden. The desert wasn’t as good as the garden; he had to make sure he marked his area to keep other jackals way from his treasures.
He had just finished digging the hole for his bone when he caught a familiar scent in the air. Mama! His foster-mother/aunt was coming back to the temple. Nubie was very excited about that. He always got sad when she went away. Horus was not as good as Isis was in keeping the young death god from slipping into depression. When that happened, Nubie always wanted to go away and be alone for a while until his happy thoughts came back.
He had lived with his auntie for as long as he could remember. Which was fine with him because as far as Nubie was concerned, Isis was his Mama. The other lady was mother. And Mama was almost home.
With something that smelled weird. Like bad weird, not fun weird. It almost smelled like one of his bodies before he dried it and wrapped it in linen. Maybe Mama was bringing him something new to work with. They always told him to keep practicing and finding new things to become a true master of his aspect.
Nubie quickly ran across the sands to greet the woman who raised him. He bet she would be happy to see him coming to meet her. He yipped happily as he drew closer to her, but then he stopped dead in his tracks. Here was some dirty little girl with his Mama. What was she doing with a little dirty girl?