In a small part of the desert Anubis roams around. Grains of sand shift under his paws as a soft breeze plays with the cloth of his draping cloak. The metal of his earrings swing against his ears and cheek as his gaze looks out. Searching for nothing in particular. The small dagger that lies upon his front leg a reassurance that he has something others would not have as a form of protection. It has been days since he has encountered anyone and certainly nobody worth further contemplation. The last was an arrogant human bent on going after the six.. A foolish task which he would very well die from. If not by the sixx then by thirst and hunger.
