The male lowered himself beneath her exposing his vitals and it made her fur bristle in pleasure. She approved of him, he stood better than many others had to appease the gnawing from her mind; this male perhaps was a creature was more than he gave himself credit for. Shifting she just drank in the moment such a wolf was few and far between most stayed away from her and yet none lowered themselves like he had even if it was a little odd. Still, the language barrier was a bit annoying for a creature who detested conversation as much as she did still it was new and perhaps a thing to pique her curiosity enough that her temper didn’t overflow too much.

Sekhmet shook her dial slightly; he didn’t eat them and yet mother and sire were older than she but none seemed to gain these ‘companions’ as he called them. She couldn’t kill one without killing them all. Her features etched in frustration he was useful perhaps to her if not for the rush of power alone she approved of him but his companion that undermines her stirs every desire to pierce its flesh but she can’t kill that she can’t physically touch and see. Her hard gaze remind him as she tried to fit the pieces of this creature together, he was useful but what of his companions she needed to know more, to understand.

It is when the males tone changes do it rouse her from deep thought. “Try.” Her lips didn’t utter our of pleasure but of a sheer challenge. Everything within her wanted separate this wolf from the well-behaved ones she was pleased and yet displeased. She desired to test what this ‘companion’ of his was to be but she knew to grow angry and pierce the flesh would hurt them all and perhaps that was a paradox she couldn’t exactly find a way around. Her teeth gnash together in agitation but she settles on her haunches curling her tail at her paws yet keeping her chin tucked; she may not see this male as a threat but she wasn’t a wolf to take many risks without benefit.

A lift of the side of her muzzle exposed a tooth, it was a simple and silent warning. She may have given the male permission to try but that didn’t mean she would tolerate just anything. Flattering words meant little to her nor any underlying insults she could careless her fangs were enough assurance and they would be judge and jury if need be. She let a silence fall as did her lip, she waited; simply keeping her cold gaze fixed on him being clear that any threat would be met with an equal force and fierce aggression that could only match that of a lion.