Bearclaw Valley some kind of madness

He released the haunch at last and so then did the priest release her grip on his nose as he whined for mercy. There was a smirk on her face that some might see as cruel as she licked her lips and stepped forward to claim the rabbit back. Go, she said as her pale eyes bore into the child's face. Soon he would be too big to teach lessons such as this, unless he allowed it, but for now she would savour this moment. For the priest, life was not about winning or teaching, but it was truly about experiencing.

It was not teaching to stay off his offerings that pleased Sithis in this situation. It was not his priest winning, either. It was merely the chaos of the moment, the scuffle, whichever way it had gone, the violence that rippled from it. Sithis is pleased, she hissed after him as he presumably made to leave, and she leaned down to grab and retrieve the chunk of meat.