Simmering. Simmering just below the surface is whatever Thoth was feeling. He had no words so he had no words for what was consuming him. There was a want and a need. It was not a hunger, though mother had started to wean them. It was an entirely different kind of...simmering...thirst. He felt quenched when he was looking, moving, and exploring. It felt as though he were doing something. But father had restricted him. Too many times the boy had been found wandering the lands of the commons, the ‘loner’ lands some had called it. Samhain had tried to impress upon his son that there really was no such thing. It confused him, and he could not pinpoint why. Something for deeper thought later. For now, he was once again following his paws. His lips curled back in disdain at his father’s restrictions.

The plains were not a terrible place to be though. He enjoyed the rolling hills and even occasionally a walk along the sheltered shoreline. But still, he found himself with the desire to explore. Leave and find something more. Nose to the ground, he had to satiate himself with whatever trails he could pick up. He avoided any that would lead to his family or a few of the others of the pack. Young as he was, he did not want to draw too close when he could not warn others away. He needed something more before he could place himself amongst the others. There was one scent that he picked out among the many. Something old and something dead. Grinning, he followed the trail until he found the corpse of a dead rabbit. His smile grew wider and he launched himself into the air and bounced on the already deceased thing. Letting his imagination run wild with him he sank his teeth into the dry bones and whipped his head around, sending pieces of rotted flesh and fur in every direction. His assault was silent for he had already given up on trying to make a noise that was above a hiss.

A sound in the long grass captured his attention. Without breaking step of his brutal dance of death, the pup lunged in the direction of the sound. A chunk of rabbit still hanging from his mouth he leapt in front of Sekhmet. Every fuzzy hair on his chocolate brown body stood on end, the creamy silver stripe standing further than the rest. Gold tipped ears pressed back against his skull while his fire and saphire eyes blazed. Lips pulled back and fangs clenched deeper into the corpse in his jaws. A wrong move and she would meet the same fate.