It was rare that she ever found another that seemed dominant. The word itself seemed to be not enough to describe the intensity of the stranger - this girl, this child, seemed to control the very air about her. It was an enviable thing. Eto quietly condemned herself for her lacking and not so quietly proclaimed her adoration of the stranger's possession. Though the stranger had not asked for or demanded it, Eto gave her a flicker of submission nonetheless; her posture fell somewhat, her tail sweeping behind her in an ecstatic wave and yet, her face and eyes remained alive and full of vigor, an intensity misplaced on the face of a child. It was like a hunger, a desire to drink in all that she could from a wolf who seemed quite the opposite of herself. Desire and hatred, envy and rejection - unusual combinations, no? Yet, each sensation writhed in her gut and drove her closer with a single slow step.

Then, the girl had approached. Her movements were sudden and yet, Eto did little in the way of flinching. Instead, she leaned into the girl as she came to rest her muzzle by Eto's scruff; she pushed up slightly, feeling the girl's breath over her skin with a hint of a giggle. She imagined it was what her mother's prey had felt like - a fleeting pleasure at the feeling of warmth, the feeling of danger. It made her skin prickle as Sekhmet moved away, a sensation met with Eto's own form sinking down suddenly into a playful bow, her tail arched and waving. "I feel you," she giggled, swatting a paw out at Sekmet in an effort to brush it by her shoulder, "Do you want to play?" She emphasised the word play as she stretched her legs out, leaning back as she snapped her teeth together in a feigned bite.

She leapt up then, as sudden as Sekhmet had approached, and lunged towards the girl. Yet, she did not part her maw but rather, she pressed her nose into the girl's shoulder, breathing in her scent with a hm of query. She committed the scent to memory, sure that she would have no reason to forget this stranger any time soon.