Thoth tended to enjoy the quiet moments he shared with Sekhmet. Around the rest of his family the others made vocals rasped and sounded to express themselves in their thoughts and opinions. Even so little as growls of pleasure and whimpers of pain. He had taken to moving his meals elsewhere, occasionally still sulking that he could not speak his mind, though pleased he could still make himself clear. With Sekhmet, all that passed between them was the clack of teeth against bone and the crunching snaps of the bodies of their prey.It was a solace and peace he could rarely find with others, making thier times of play and action a worthy price to pay.

While Sekhmet consumed the body, Thoth continued to lick and nibble almost daintily on the skull of the sinful squirrel. Black nose touched the clouded sightless eyes and he wondered if the power of the rodent’s sight would transfer to him if he ate them. If he could see as the squirrel saw, know the reasons behind the actions that had led to madness he would be all the wiser to the ways of the world. His blazing eyes looked into the clouded orbs and he dismissed the idea. The sight had long left the features, blinded by the white veil of death. Exhaling sharply, he used his sharp puppy claws to squish and squeeze out the putrid liquid and spill it on the ground. There was no logic in eating something that could cloud his own vision.

Beside him, he could start to feel his companion’s restlessness. His eyes flicked up at her while she waited for him until she got to her feet and started moving. First he looked to the food he had given her, ensuring she had eaten her fill before getting to his own paws and carefully selecting his skull and freeing it from the rest of the corpse. Bits of fur and flesh still hung from the bone, but he figured he would continue his work later. A wag of his tail coupled with a significant look at the girl, and he began trotting over the worn trails of Asteraia. Each split of the path he veered onto the ones that appeared less worn, or where the scents of the pack had grown musty and stale. The lady had asked to explore, and so he was finding the areas few had traversed. Being an established pack made such an adventure a challenge for those as young as they. His father had seen to it that he could not wander outside of the borders of the packland. The white ghost patrolled the prairies and seemed to be in all places at once, effectively cutting off the pup’s routes to strange lands. Still, there were paths, though walked, were walked significantly less. Soon their paws travelled into snows unmarked by other prints, their own leaving a clear sign (to watchful parents) where they had gone. The hills had descended slowly and carefully reached to a snow covered beach. A bay nestled deep in the north of Moladion, a treasure and a treat to the wolves of Asteraia. Thoth huffed around his prize-skull and peered around this terrain they had found. He liked it, but he wanted to find a place in it. A place that would be his, to share only with those he desires.