As Sekhmet approached she could see nothing wrong with the girl's eyes they had actually reminded her of her mothers. Despite the disdain for conversation at least the girl wasn’t overly pressing for answers. Perhaps she could stand this fem. Very few spoke so many words to her and it was pleasurable but perhaps she could stand her company for a while longer. The gnawing in her mind refused to give up this space she claimed, her space. She wanted nothing more than to rest beneath the shade until she could return to her companion.

An ear twitches listening to the girl as she speaks once more it wasn't questioning in these moments. She spoke of winter and snow and perhaps she could agree. She liked the harshness of the winters fangs above the flames of summer. Even Sekhmet could agree for some desire that it would return swiftly, however, opposite to the silvery white fem she stood out forced to keep her actions in the dark to use a cover for an ambush. She was very feline in her tactics from watching the large cats hunt. It is a mystery how she hadn’t been attacked on her own accord by the creatures she learned so much of.

Sekhmet felt little need to respond but was caught off guard as the girl moved closer and laid before her. She glared slightly with her teeth bared in warning. Still, she refused to move to her place. No one really came close to her other than her possessions for very few were saved from her fangs. “Touch.” It was more of a statement than a request as she hovered over the silvery female. She extended her muzzle to press into her cheek then scruff unless she moved her form away before she could do as her mind gnawed her too. She obeyed as her mind talked and as such those spared she would mark by touch and scent even if it would be for a short time or a lifetime she could only determine the now for her mind was an ever changing thing.

Settling on her haunches she observed the girl figuring it was time to address her question; “Look?” Her rough tones question. She had never too much peered into her own reflection she was often looking for others, she was keen to always be prepared; “No. Watching.” she growled slightly if this was to be a possession she would be wise to learn and she would show if the fem paid her mind. She growled slightly the gnawing pressing her to leave the conversation in silence but she also felt a need to warn her newest prospect of dangers; “Prey. Surprise.” her growl echoed in her chest as she looked about and around. Even if it hadn’t seemed as such. Sekhmet’s attention had always been split, attempting to catch all of her surrounding changes. Even she was a danger to the silvery white one should her mind demand it as such. As for the name she will permit it for now.