Black ears pricked forward listening in the night when the sound of paws approaching made her opalescent gaze wonder to the direction she heard the sound coming from. It wasn’t much longer until they locked onto the little gray wolf and she inwardly grew curious how it would feel to crush the life out of an adult and she couldn’t resist licking her lips as the enticing images her mind rewarded her with, she could almost taste the blood. Her eyes almost looked wild and glazed over with lust.
Words scrapped at Sekhmet’s conscience calling her back to a hint of normality. Massive frame lifted before she pounced down a wolfs length away from the woman now. Lips parted and nose wrinkled as she scented the air showing off her pearly whites before hissing out the beginnings of her speech.
She hadn’t spoken and if so very little; merely listened last time she met this woman and it wouldn’t be shocking if her speech stunned her. Perhaps she wasn’t an eloquent beast but she was by no means a stupid or foolish one. The wolf before her, however, spoke much and she seemed a prideful wolf. Sekhmet had no need to lift her head or tail for showing off. She was a creature of war and death, peace, and protection rarely followed Sekhmet. Her mother's observant nature was very useful in these moments; just because she looked like she stared with curiosity when in actuality she was looking for weakness, a deep desire to recreate what her mind offered.
Sekhmet listened cautiously for others if anywhere to approach she was certainly going after little gray’s throat.