When he did make a sound, it was quiet and soft. There was little the noise could do for him, more so since he could not even hear it. The confusion was immediate. At first he had been blissfully unaware of what was happening in the world around him. The cries of rage and conquest were lost to the whispered silence he enjoyed. All he knew was that he had been curled up with his sibling while his mother was away, and suddenly he was not. A yelp of surprise ripped from his throat, followed by a whine of confusion. When the sounds did nothing to help his situation, he remained silent.
A muffled ‘muff’ woofed from his lips when he found himself dripping with water. His body trembled, unnoticed in Sekhmet’s jaws. Warily, he watched where they were going and tried to sort out what was happening in his new born mind.
As soon as the older pup placed him down, Zeru curled into a ball. He did not need to be told to ‘stay’. He watched her mouth and felt the pressure from her paw, he understood. He did not think he would have moved anyway. So far from home with no parents to help him, this was the safest place for him to be. Right here, in a ball.
Thoth had not known where she had gone. Nor why. He did not much care for that. It was not that he needed to know where she was. It was just useful. Baring his teeth, Thoth paced along the trails they often took to their various hiding places and ‘waited’.
At last he caught her scent. Creamly gold body flowed over the trails, twisting and twining after her. In his approach his glare spoke louder than any voice. First he slid up to Sekmet, running his nose over her. She smelled of strange places, heat, and fire. Satisfied, he looked down at the prize and froze. Burning eyes widened with amazement, slender tail twitched once. He blinked slowly at Sekmet, acknowledging and thanking her for this, but unsure of what to do with it. He stepped toward the pup with his too-big paws and began an investigation of him.
The pup smelled of Iromar, pure and strong. Though it meant nothing to Thoth, he also carried many of Aranck’s traits on his body. There was very little mistaking who this pup was to anyone who knew his father. Though to Thoth, he was a prize. A pack prize. A pack prize whose worth was greater than he could know. He looked back to Sekhmet and motioned to the air with his muzzle. A sharp exhale of breath, a hiss being the loudest howl he could make, he tried to tell her to call to an adult. The prize was their’s. That was a fact. But perhaps The Monster could give them ideas of what to do with it.