Sekhmet knew of the seasons changing and the ice melting; the thick white cloak wearing thinner each day. She knew she was larger now and grows stronger every day. Her limbs growing well muscled from her trips to Asteraia to see her companion. It had become her constant haunt and she rarely lingered far from her mother and Thoth but today was a rare occasion; he desires to lead her far from her normal hunting grounds to that of another one she had yet to encounter.

Russet toes and long forelimbs led Sekhmet down the snow-laden path the sound of water quick to catch her attention. It was different from the sounds of the bay and yet she knew it draws all the same. Curiosity sank its teeth into her as she padded forward to the rivers edge, she lowered her muzzle ever so slightly before a pink tongue slipped past white daggers to caress and consume the water that cut harshly but oh so refreshingly as it sank into her stomach.

Black ears twitched; the sound of snow falling from the trees and bushes into the earth and the drip that made itself annoyingly apparent with a rhythm her mind could finally be drowned out. Opalescent eyes scanned her head never moved. It was serene and yet it itched and gnawed at the base of her skull as she lifted her head for further evaluation of her surroundings. Pearly whites remained sheathed for the moment and yet her yet she was not a creature too often compelled to think before a strike; for now at least she only sought out anything that would create enough noise to compel her into a game, perhaps even a hunt of sorts.