Shifting in silence it didn’t take long for her once dearest companion to arrive. A growl rose in her throat wishing to call him a traitor but the growls fell to a whine. She wished to grasp him between her jaws as she had others but it left her mind twisting in agony. Sekhmet was perhaps a wolf of few words but more so now than before as they became smothered within her. She knew it wrong to show pain as it was weakness and yet the female couldn’t hide the fact she had longed for his closeness as it had once been. She silenced herself as the demands of her mind had begun to return to her; even still she didn’t heed much of it before him. Opalescent eyes fell over his features, and yet never once met the hot and cold eyes of Thoth. Sekhmet couldn’t bring herself to meet his gaze she was angry and sorrowful all at once; it chewed and gnawed at her as her gaze rose and her head lowered slightly before him. She held pride and wouldn’t bow to another in such a manner; she couldn’t be pushed or pulled and yet she held herself there with the only gift she had in her possession. It was to be treated with caution and yet she held a trust within him she hadn’t been able to shake.
She extended her muzzle to him with a soft whine, barely audible still to a place he should be able to hear her. A light swish of the tail was all she could offer; these actions foreign and repulsive to her own mind. She left him to touch her, to do as he pleased. Sekhmet wished for his company his touch and still, she couldn’t bring herself to move from this spot that held her firmly in its grasp. It was left to his choosing now, perhaps he will snap and be angry or perhaps he will draw closer; she hated the mountain not only for the gray woman but for the thing that haunted Thoth. Shifting slightly she shut out her minds gnawing and embraced the moment that was.