Sekhmet’s teeth bare in defiance to his warning, assuring it meant nothing to her. Cold opalescent eyes glide over his forum as he utters his threats. ϮⲚⲀϢⲰⲠⲒ ϦⲈⲚⲈⲪⲈⲤⲞⲤ ϢⲀ ϮⲠⲈⲚⲦⲎ ⲔⲞⲤⲦⲎ.I could kill you, but I will wait. She responds, speaking mostly to herself, her tones strong and yet more feminine than her broken speech falling easily in tones which she rarely spoke to anyone aside from Atum and words she would teach to none that weren’t her offspring. She had even improved in learning it with much practice. She would leave him confused, but complemented enough to be graced to hear such beautiful words. If she were vain would she would look down on him in a sly grin but it did not suit her.

Once he answered her question as veiled she snapped her jaws towards his muzzle a distinct sign of her dissatisfaction with his response. “Afraid. To be, unveiled?.” She hissed now her tone reverted to a more aggressive, accusatory nature. She knew she couldn’t expect every wolf to be as, how you say, honest as she was but she could see the values of hiding one's true intentions, in reality, she kept her preferred tastes rather veiled to even her victims unaware that death was so close until they lay gasping between her jaws. She thought to the wolf in the tundra, the fight and struggle he put up. She was cruel but she was also a merciful being. She took the loneliness in the lone wolf's breath and scattered it to the void a place where loneliness never existed. Her thoughts would have continued on until he spoke once more.

Her attention came to full clarity a spiteful glare filling her gaze as she watched him step to the side. ⲞⲨⲞϨ ⲠⲈϪⲀϤ ⲚⲰⲞⲨ ϪⲈ ⲀⲘⲰⲒⲚⲒ ⲘⲞϢⲒ ⲚⲤⲰⲒ ⲚⲦⲀⲈⲢ ⲐⲎⲚⲞⲨ ⲚⲞⲨⲞϨⲒ ⲚⲢⲈϤⲦⲀϨⲈ ⲢⲰⲘⲒ.Hunt for me and I will show you no mercy. she never added an edge speaking the same as before the danger easily hidden with the beauty. She relaxed her gaze keeping her throat tucked neatly away as she started to move past him, or as she would prefer it seems. She was massive but she was quick with a lot of brute strength and stamina. She turns like a viper moving to snap at his cheek the obvious restraint in her movements a wicked gleam in her eyes. “Let’s. Play.” perhaps it would seem childish of an older wolf to offer such things but her games were never those of children. He had stolen so much of her time perhaps she could draw a little blood and make the interruption worth it.