Enya watched as her children made their way to her but, she knew they would come all along. She watched as Lucille moved for the same affections as Sekhmet and she would return them and nod to her son just as he did to her. The silence lingered but the soft growl gathered her attention. “You are blood. Three of my things have gone missing to sons and my mate, your sire. I will leave you all to search for them but not without giving you guidance and hunting with my family. Your eldest sister, I leave you to her. Her skills are made and crafted she is my eyes while I am away, cross her and I can’t promise your safety listen to her teachings as you have mine and perhaps you will reach adulthood like she will.” Enya could tell by the resentment in her daughter's eyes she wasn’t pleased with this idea but she knew someone had to teach them to be cunning and keep hidden in a place like pack territories.

Shaking her head slightly she sighed turning to her eldest, “I do not know of the dangers you face and I do not ask you to let them tag along only to keep an eye on them when I cannot.” She turned to her youngest and spoke once more; “I don’t ask you to pester your sister or reveal her. We are secretive, we keep secrets and work hard to conceal out life from those who want to steal it from us. Learn to murder, learn to hunt, learn when to hide, and learn when to fight.” Enya nodded towards Sekhmet, he daughter would not howl but uttered the words ‘let’s hunt’. She would pass her the reigns to let her daughter lead soon her children would be under the care and direction of her eldest as much as either party detested it; Enya needed to roam and hunt for the things that had been lost to her.