Prayers for the damned

The servant had chosen a meal like she had always been taught by those that had raised her to become a slave of the womb. It was not for her though, but for the mother of her masters children. She still wasn't certain what their relationship was or if the woman would be staying. She did know her place though. In her jaws was a fatty peice of deer and a large fish. They were both for nephthys and she would have to make another search of the fresh kill for Hannibal but for now she figured it would be forgive that she was making two trips and nephthys was her first priority.

She entered and gently wiped her paws on the piece of deer hide she had brought for a door mat for the master's den. She then quietly walked over and laid the meal out in front of nephthys. Her eyes looked to the pups then. They were cute but she knew they were doomed to be cruel creatures. The pile was cute but she knew she was overstaying her welcome. She really just wanted to see though. She hadnt been able to when they were born but with hannibal out on a border patrol and it just being nephthys she could finally actually get a look. She needed to get a move on though probably because hannibal would not forgive her for not having his dinner and for potential corruption of his spawn.