Sekhmet watched as Alouette dropped her posture and yet it didn’t sooth the furry behind her eyes. She enjoyed watching the girl fall into place and even still the idea that danced in her mind a creature as she could call Thoth’s attention enraged her further until she heard the fem's excuse. Thoth’s sister; Thoth has his reasons not to mention his family just as she never spoke of her own and yet part of her still questioned this notion. Her mind had fought to the point she couldn’t silence it so she remains glaring harshly even as an ear flickered to the sound of approach she was debating what to believe. She settled, for now, she would trust the fem's word and yet she would drag her in front of thought to judge.

Her attention was now on the child, he was small, much smaller than she and yet Alouette still curled her tail closer to her body. She looked down with almost disapproval, is she where to gain her favor she must know her place as the child must know his own for even Alouette was above the child for this season as to if he would suppress her; time would dictate as much. Sekhmet snarled at the girl ever so slightly but watched silently as they interacted with each other. The child was bold and yet she saw him as a little challenge. It would be a delightful sensation to take the flesh between her jaws but he seemed like an interesting youth indeed.

A deep snarl feels her chest turning into a growl; It was a demand for Alouette to turn her attention to whom it belonged. “Reserve Judgement.” She would allow Thoth’s presences for that and yet, for now, the girl was to be interrogated further, she must have a reason for following her. She settled on her haunches feeling pleased by the situation but her lips kept a curve of warning. Sekhmet had little interest in the hare for if she grew hungry the feast had presented itself. She snapped her muzzle at the girl and glanced at the ground, this would be the kindest way to ask the fem to lay down before her eyes locked on the boy. “Come.” The growl reverberated in her chest and she looked before them. She wished to inspect the child during her questioning for perhaps they wouldn’t be completely useless to her.

She shifted her gaze to Alouette for the moment ignoring the boy; Sekhmet wanted to know why she was followed, “Followed. I am?” They were simple questions for those who knew how she spoke. Yet perhaps the second was the most important. What did this girl know about her, this would determine her mark of death or that of the spared for those who know much must be trusted and for those who cannot be trusted, those are the ones that must die. Pack, blood, or bond silence of their knowledge is a sacred thing when it came to protecting them in the long run.