It was not often that Lillith found herself worrying over her sons, but today was an exception. She had laid up in her home for hours waiting for their return, a stew of deer and leeks and wild potatoes simmering. Something foul roiled in her stomach, a strange feeling that she could not shake, even after several glasses of wine. Soon she could feel her anxiety giving way to fear and then quickly to sharp anger. She had sent out one of her ravens to summon Khirot, who was quick to come to her bidding.
She had sent the slave to find her babes and bring them home; they had been out for far too long. The servant left immediately to sniff them out, knowing most of their haunts. However, he had not expected to find them in the condition he did.
When Khirot came upon the two princes covered in lambs blood and gorging themselves on that which did not belong to them, he nearly had a panic attack. Such a crime was punishable by banishment, even dismemberment, and Khirot was torn between loyalties to Salvia and loyalties to Lillith, who had treated him fairly well and given him booze and food since these puppies’ sudden arrival to Salsola.
He had cried out in Italian as he ran into the pen; the two boys had nearly finished their kill, but Khirot took several moments to the destroy the rest, burying it and trying to hide all signs of the gore left behind. He then scooped both pups up and ran all the way to the cottage by the sea.
Lillith was waiting for them, standing naked in the harsh wind, her loose locks blowing slightly, and as she saw them approached cried out, AYE! Her boys were covered in blood and Khirot looked frightened. He explained quickly what had seen and done and Lillith ushered them all inside and shut the door fast behind them. She had Khirot sit by a makeshift table, the remnants of the wine she was drinking placed in front of him, and then she took both Pythius and Viper by the scruffs into her room; she set them down on her sleeping furs and then shut the door behind her, Has all reason left you? She said in a very calm voice, one that they would know by now to be a worse sign than obvious anger, You dare steal food from Salsola’s mouth? You wicked children, you filthy half-breeds. She hissed at them, You insult me with your stupidity and insolence. She then suddenly turned opened up a drawer of a nearby vanity, and from within pulled a short yet sharp knife.