Sekhmet’s eyes glowered at her siblings, a soft growl resonating in her chest. She disapproved of them, she saw them as undisciplined little whelps but she understood the concept of offspring and what she must do for the whelps of her mother, her siblings, her blood. Death didn’t chatter nor did the deep whisper it’s sweet secrets to her while her mother spoke. She felt disconnected to where she longed and thrived in. Her mother made her speech and only when the call to hunt resonated did her loathing fall away replaced with a love and desire to appease an old hunger. To call for the deep and to hear its whispers and to be one with death and let its essence coat her teeth like venom. She was different a change not visible to the eye but the energy, perhaps. She loved the deep and was eager to hear more of its sweet whispers.

Her gaze shifts to their pack as before moving out, she had had the chance to judge her hunting partners but this was their opportunity to show they are useful and not parasitic little whelps anymore. Her muscles rippled and paws too massive strides moving deeper under the cloak of a moonless night. It was a far distance away but she managed to pick up the trail of another that didn’t reek of pack wolves. It was fairly fresh. She glowered back at her pack warning them she wouldn’t tolerate stupid chatter she wanted their focus and nothing else. This would be the defining moment for her siblings they would either earn her favor or they would know her wrath, even her mother wouldn’t escape her harsh tongue even if she did respect Enya.

Her paw steps were painfully silent the stronger the scent grew, the wolf had made a little place here. She caught a slight glimpse of the wolf, a stark light tan wolf, a female she didn’t seem too large but it should make a fair enough meal. She wouldn’t risk the test of a larger wolf with her siblings. Shifting her gaze to her mother she offered a nod and Enya circled wide to get behind the little female. She looked to her younger brother and looked with her nose pointed to the right and to her sister she pointed left. She wouldn’t wait long before offering a nod she stalked forward, never echoing out a growl or anything more than her slight rustling in the brush. She would aim for whatever flesh she could once her families silhouettes and muzzles appeared in the clearing hoping for the throat of the small light tan woman.