The birds had scattered leaving only the sound of their fluttering wings and her gaze lifted to the form of a mostly black coated wolf. He had odd mixtures of colors but Sekhmet could care little for his pelt. She tilted her head in almost a curious manner but the dark intention lies patient beneath the surface. She wasn’t hunger driven so much as pleasure driven. The blood lust undeniable in the creature that she was. She didn’t focus on him long before returning to her meal. His question rang through the air, penetrating the sounds of ripping flesh and the crushing of bone before her gaze lifted once more to him could he have a bite? Her teeth bared to him before snapping harshly in the air; her chest alive with a low rumble yet otherwise silent as though some internal debate where occurring before his very presence which in somewhat perhaps it was. She judged him and yet he didn’t seem worthy nor did he seem unworthy.
Ripping of flesh was made the center of attention once more before the popping goes ligaments and the left hind limb was free. She stood atop the corps with the limb tightly grasped between her jaws before she moved her head up sharply tossing the limb towards him. She paid no mind to if it reached him or even hit him before burying her muzzle into the abdomen of the creature yet keeping her ears open to listen for his movements. She shifted slightly licking the blood from her muzzle. She could continue her meal and yet she chose to sit upon the pound of flesh and watch him;