Sekhmet wandered about the stale scent of blood drew her in she wanted a pound of flesh this day and that is what she would take. The world held it’s silence around her, almost as if held this way by an unspoken rule created by her own mind. It was a silence not of the birds in the trees or the rest of nature but the silence of her kind and predators alike. Blood stained paws found their way to a ravaged but almost left intact corpse it was moose calf and it was all hers for the taking. She needed to appease her desire to hunt that gnawed in her mind but she wouldn’t pass up a free meal. Opalescent eyes glimmered and scanned her surroundings listing as she began sinking into the dead beneath her paws. Silence and the gnawing of bone and the ripping of flesh where the only sounds until paws padded forward. Lazily she gazed at the wolf a small wolf even in Sekhmet's growing youth she could rival this creature. She continued to eat as the other began to speak but was wise enough to stay away from her. She went on about the moors, good food, a wolf, and something about owing her. Sekhmet had heard enough and demanded her the black and gray woman leave so she could finish her meal in peace.
As the woman departed she finished her meal until her stomach was plump and visibly bloated. Sekhmet moved to the place the woman stood once and took in her scent this thing wasn’t her possession and she didn’t care for it but she knew she would seek it out for a pound of flesh even if it was the woman own. She decided to set out for this moors the small wolf spoke of; she had rested by the crags for the evening she didn’t question pressing forward because curiosity pushed her and her mind didn’t gnaw at her for any other desires to be filled for now she was left in a peace as she closed her eyes and rested beneath the stars.
She was awake before the sun had completely risen in the sky her paws set on the path towards the place the air grew foul. No creature approached and all prey animals fled as nature intended them to. For a creature that held no fear she was still wise enough to know her surroundings for she was not completely grown and yet soon she would be able to take on almost every threat and still her mother's teachings would remain within her as she slipped through the river her scent being removed from the places she had been only the here and now of herself would cling to her as she delved into the darkness the moors offered to her.
Many wolves were here but what the black and grey woman wanted matters little to herself she could hear the hisses and splashes. She knew Thoth wouldn’t approve of the water and she decided to take the driest way through the dark muck that clung to her limbs. This sensation agitated her she already wished the woman was between her jaws this land was not worth her efforts but as she turned to leave the cries of youths pricked her ears and she was curious; moving towards a den no mother in site she dipped her head in and the sudden cries and fear stuck into the gazes from the small children. No one to protect them… she knew what the midnight one said about the weak and perhaps hunger of the physical didn’t drive her this time but the mental. Jaws dived in as the two children scrambled away but she managed to capture one between her jaws. The child’s small paws clawed at her face as her jaws held fixed to it’s skull she crashed down hearing the child’s screams gnawed at her mind and wanted silence. She jerked her head to the side hearing a snap and the child between her jaws no longer struggled some part of her felt elated but the other was would silence the dead child’s siblings should she find it, for now, she savored the small meal that was more than enough to fill her one more from the last time she had eaten. Maybe the small wolf wasn’t that stupid after all.
Sekhmet moved forward quietly hunting the escaped child following the scent it left her moving deeper into the bush it was a tricky place indeed. She soon caught up to it and found another whole filled with surprises these youth were ever so slightly smaller than the one she had killed and her eyes glistened these looked unique compared to the solid gray left to rot her nose pressed into them hearing their cries but the small male held her attention.