Sekhmet had yet to wander to the woodlands. Her mother avoided it and glowered at the place every time she took brother and I past it. She kinda wish brother was more active with her but it never stopped her. It even was starting to look different this time, it was changing colors. She had so manny thing she could possess now and as per-usual she escaped from her mothers cold hard gaze; although somewhere in the back of her mine she knew mother was always mindful of her because she showed up most often when things would get interesting and drag her back to the den. It wasn’t something she enjoyed but most the time it her return was met with fresh food from mother so it wasn’t all too bad.

It was new and refreshing; Sekhmet’s larger paws flexed feeling the softer texture of earth and foliage between her toes. She didn’t understand her mothers distain for the forest. Her ears flickered to all the new sounds, and noes twitched to the new smells. She could only see so far ahead of her and perhaps that was a reason to dislike the forest but she was graceful. Mother had taught her to be swift and silent; that accompanied with her lack of useless vocalizations was a fair enough director and the best way to retain the element of surprise she.

She was learning quickly often watching mother hunt she was catching on to the basics. She loved the rush she had when she got to chase the half dead things mother brought home she loved the cry of pain it gave it. Almost nothing gave her such pleasure accept chewing on her possessions. She heard a slight movement and her ears and eyes moved into immediate action. She stalked lowly, sniffing around in hopes to smell something familiar. Maybe she could catch her on meal today and the idea of that made her mouth water.

Sekhmet kept her body low and movements painfully slow. She peered out of the brush as a breeze came to her nose. She knew the scent as one of her own kind but one she never met before. She moved in the thick undergrowth attempting be swift. She didn’t care if this was food or not she was gaining a potential chew toy and that was enough to sooth the desire in her jaws.

She made her way as close as she could hoping not to alert the young girl before leaping out the brush jaws agape. Her small sharp teeth trying to snap around Soma’s right hind leg. She offered no bark or warning as accustom for play she was honing what she learned even if it wouldn’t involve taking a life. Wether to not Sekhmet hit her mark she now offered a snarl wish her tail arched over her back/ She still desired nothing more than to hit her target and hear the comforting cry of anguish even from something she considered a toy.