The woman spoke of names and she watched him cautiously. She thought back to the name the little white wolf had given her, Opal. “Opal.” She hissed out softly keeping an air of secrecy to it despite the fact her true identity still remained for herself alone. It wasn’t one she spared for anyone, only her family knew it and yet they dare not breath it. The woman spoke her name and Sekhmet breathed it back for almost confirmation. She wasn’t certain of why she wished to know and perhaps the sharing of names was a common thing but it was hardly her nature. She would rather hide away to protect them so she might destroy others.
Sekhmet followed the woman, Kattari, soon meeting her gaze. The wolf in the distance blended fairly within the horrid conditions. Kattari asked if it was suitable prey and Sekhmet only nod her head once. Although she would have much preferred to tail the male a short distance to ensure he was completely alone, her companion sprang to life, however. She met the male with fangs bared and not completely leaving her with the ability to ambush the creature. Still, Sekhmet was given the advantage of his teeth being placed into her companion's neck and not her own.
She spared a moment to acknowledge the missing right front limb before joining Kattari. She didn’t run into the fray as her companion, she stalked and watched, taking her time before she as within distance to strike. Like freshly sharpened knives her teeth aimed to plunge deep into the meaty left hind flank. If she landed her mark she would shake her head and tug at the limb until the bone was dislodged from its holding place or his attention turned to her. She may not have been entirely committed to this prey, but she was determined to destroy any means of escaping his newfound fate.
Her wisdom debated if she should make quick small attacks rather than longer ones and yet she wished to end this before it truly began. This was different from her fight in the mountains, this time she had help. This time she could take more time on the brute before her. Sekhmet’s eyes focused on the pair before her. Although she was large Kattari was larger. If she managed any injury to the males limb in a tremendous fashion Kattari could throw him off balance and she could seek his throat perhaps she would be able to crush it. Her growls rumbled in delight as her mind danced with the male convulsing and suffocating on his own blood and it was enough to bring her into the state almost as that of a trance, however, it was merely suppressed bloodlust.
Opalescent eyes glowered and deepened she wish to destroy as it twisted and gnawed at her mind. She wanted to take the flesh and devour the very being before her. Something burned in her now, despite the pleasure in the fight this time she could take and destroy something larger than the small youth she could enjoy the flesh she couldn’t take from the gray one on the mountain. No one could save this creature and she wouldn’t let her hunting companion down. She wouldn’t be forced to retreat this time.