Anubis’ ears perked up as he heard the children and the servants and just life going on above him in the gardens. The stairs were long and ominous; only the Pharaoh and other undertakers went in and out with the dead for Anubis to embalm and mummify. His muzzle curls up in a snarl- it was his fault he was stuck here. His fault he had fallen in love. He let himself be blinded to his duties.