Sekhmet grew fonder of staying in a den during this weather and despite her youth, she still drove to look out for her companion and the smaller one. It wasn’t without a hint of distaste she found herself looking outside of Asteraia for a meal for them. She needed something large enough to fill them all and yet small enough she could drag it back to them. If she had been normal she would have asked the pair to join her but often they played games of trickery during the day with the other pack members. She had preferred to hide her associations for the moment, she felt the sorrow of hiding her possessions away but did not all who possess such thing keep them from others? Maybe so, maybe not but she would always be careful about what is hers mustn’t be touched by any other.

Quietly she had tread alone already growing to lofty to be supported by the ice she gave up trying. Her build made it easy to barrel through the snow and ice rather than trying to struggle in staying on top of it. She would need to find a larger creature of even a deceased one at the rate she was going. She dipped under the canopy of trees which called for a movement to be easier at least for the moment. She rubbed her cheeks’ fur against the fir trees inhaling the scent and also searching for that of prey life. Anything light enough she couldn’t wound fatally in her first strike she would have to give it up. and yet it is the rustle, a scent on the breeze that calls to her attention. Like the meal or not she had decided the creature rustling in the distance would be her meal to them, for now, it was all she could sense near her.

Stalking, painfully silent but the ice felt its need to crack and she growled to herself her mind gnawed and clawed in relentless fury. Her eyes almost seemed to glimmer as they glazed of and darkened; her jaw dropped slightly and her lips drew back like curtains. She heard the irritating sounds that scrapped in her mind only furthering her decent into that of a clouded bloodlust. Plowing forwards through the icy snow only edged her closer to the creature. Sekhmet was lost to the world, springing forward towards the creature with open jaws. She would have connected with the girl's hindquarters if she had continued but for an unknown reason, her ears flickered and her front paws plunged into the mixture below. She lowered her head to cover her throat issuing a growl.

It twisted and stirred in her mind questioning why she didn’t attack but on the outside she looked like a snarling mass, moving into a defensive position as she fought to come out of her lustful state. “You.” She growled a scent she felt recognition for, perhaps this is the reason she was stopped. Eventually, she would grow to control and channel this to attack no matter the circumstance but it was almost comforting some familiarity clung to the girl. “Mind. Knows.” this time her tone was more of a pained snarl. She was feeling herself coming to a clarity she needed to move on, she had her own she was driven to bring food to. It wouldn’t grow dark so she settled to stand and stare at the woman no longer honed in on her, but once again paid heed to her surroundings the woman included.