Osiris walkd over to his bed, grumbling. His tired legs collapsed on the bed. A servant brought him a food and water bowl, muttering something then dashing off to an unseen need. Osiris had kept night-watch duty. For the average dog it was dangerous, patrolling the halls with only torches to guide your way. But Osiris was not your ordinary dog, he would rip and tear for the fun of it, and kill to protect. He was one of the only dogs powerful enough to qualify for this duty.
Osiris inched forward, sniffing his food. It was the meat of some prey he couldn't reconize. Even though he had been a hunter, he was too ruthless to bring back prey without ripping it to skin and bones. He gobbled down the meal, licking his lips and lapping up some water. A different servant walked in, stroking Osiris and collecting the food and water bowls. Despite being so cruel, Osiris liked being stroked on his back, behind his ears, or on his belly. It always felt good, plus it tickled a bit. Curling up, the black and white dog fell asleep, his ears pricked.