She was testing the resolve of the larger, younger female. Myrria stood close enough to be snapped at and yet she buried the instinct to shy away. It was clear that Sekhmet did not quite trust her either as she quietly tucked her head down toward her throat. Sekhmet moves to invade Myrria’s space now, her jaws moving to delve into the mess of fur and carve heat into her flesh. The motion does not draw blood, but causes her to reach outward and attempt to mimic the movement on Sekhmet as well.

Her body coiled around the girl’s chest as she maneuvered, the two of them in a viper’s dance. She yearns to know what dark secrets lay behind those coruscating eyes. Perhaps she can even help uncover more of Myrria’s own secrets - those of which she is even unaware of beholding.

The drizzling rain continues to soak both of them as they remain there locked in tooth and jaw. Myrria dances around Sekhmet’s side as she releases her touch, reversing the circle that she had made previously and jogging outward a short distance into the forest. The birds continue their trilling amidst the spring shower and subtle thunder rolls in the distance as darker clouds threaten to bring more than just a mist. ”Show me,” she demands of the girl, pink eyes set upon her in waiting. She wants to know of these things that she speaks of and to see them first hand.

There are many things that Myrria did in the tundra that most could not excuse, things that she claimed were for survival but had left a permanent mark in her. These memories plague her mind most of the time, desiring to carry them out once more and not just for the sake of living another day. Maybe Sekhmet knows of these things - the lust for an acquired taste. Or maybe Myrria had it all wrong. Either way, they have made a silent agreement and their minds work much in the same regard. There is something interesting to be found here.