A deep roar of frustration reverberated in her chest hearing his howl filled with his demand and disappointment. Sekhmet had taken great care to hide all of her associates as well as she could she knew her kind had enemies and she was not yet ready to allow herself or her associates to be found. She depended on them perhaps in the companion aspect more over than any others but love was war all the same. She had learned from the deep and the logic of power it gave. Still, it wasn’t with haste that she moved, she knew all too well this wasn’t shaping out to be a pleasant visit and she inwardly growled at the idea of answering his call.

Shaking off her reluctant nature she moved swiftly and with power behind her pelt her muscles much more firm than they had once been. This place held familiarity and she slowed to a walk entering the clearing her head raised and eyes almost glittering in warning and frustration before speaking in the coptic tongue to Atum; “Why have you called me, you of all others know should how to find me. I’ve taken great care to remain hidden to ensure you are hidden too. What is it you seek.” Her voice turned into a sigh as she over looked his angered forum what had he known, what did he seek.

The male before her was trusted she had known him far longer than her newest companions and she could never recall him acting this way before but she offered a small smile before continuing in the coptic tongue; “You are not my only teacher Atum. Do you know me well, I trust you do but what makes me who I am?” Perhaps it was it was a silly question but he seemed rather observant. Even still she had refused to share her most prized possession with or even her weakness she had buried far beneath the surface in an attempt to suffocate it from her mind. Even know at the thought she visibly winced and barred her teeth.

She would wait in silence for the questions she felt would fall from his lips and even the answered to her own questions. She dug her claws into the grass and dirt far beneath the snow. Perhaps as much as she admired him even she wouldn’t press herself closer as her teeth gnashed in anger in distress. The whispers of the deep helped her to relax her features, she wanted revenge on for what was taken from her but the moment was not now she had to force the thoughts back into the void before she can turn her attention back fully on Atum.