The sea, this place she never called home but she had tracked her mother's scent here once. She stretched her limbs and carried on closer to her destination she never minded crossing back borders it was her nature not to fear. She had been here before and today she sought out her mother she could tell her scent still lingered and they clung to others too. Her mother was never close to anyone other than her sire and didn’t seem to desire pack living. Perhaps she had siblings running around but she would have to interrogate her mother on these things. While she was massive she still knew the mother's purpose and knew not to push her own too far, a type of reverence she supposed.

Her keen eyes watched clearly for anyone luring making her way to the shore she had remembered here. Her mother’s scent was distant and she knew it would be a hunt to find her. She wondered if her mother would praise the darkness she bore perhaps she was neutral to it all. Sekhmet didn’t so much care neither did the shadowy figure that lurked at her side. As she approached the sand all that made noise were the crashing waves on the shore. Her bodice and pet stood out against it all. She wondered how impressed her mother would be with her great strength she gave them to grow. She haunted this place for a while and new she must only be reverent never emotional perhaps her mother had learned this too?

She shook the thoughts from her head as a hunger began to stir surely within all of this pack there was someone with an abundance of fate’s light she could rip into and feed on. From the ache grew, furiousness and from furiousness grew ravenous jaws. Her prowl began, she was hungry and needed something to tithe to her appetite before blood stained too much, to prematurely. Her pace quickened to a trot her head low and eyes wide looking for any to vulnerable after all it was the season of birthing. Some pups wouldn’t be as fortunate without a mother like her own had been.