The color of the blood was not human, it smelt of death and darkness. Blood in the shade of ink was spread onto his cheek.
"Such a mistake. Such carelessness young one. Apologize to the family." she said with a twinge of power.
Her voice was cold and distant, though it wasn't a problem, as she leaned over to his ear and whispered.
"But for the Anubi, they're weak though they have long lives. Strength in numbers is the main pro of being friendly with them. And they're the closest among the humans. All in all Baheer, they are people. So. Apologize." smiled Cloette.
Whimpering, he walked over and apologized profusely for the accident. The mother Anubi was hesitant about accepting it.
She saw Cloette's hand slowly healing, the bones and ligaments reattaching themselves. Spilled blood turned into small droplets that hopped around and got back into her open wounds. The child Anubi shyly looked at Baheer as the man knelt.
