Pacing she her muscular body moved with a tense pent-up agitation she strayed closer and closer to forest pack. She hated them and the strange male. They accused her companion and didn’t even let her defuse the situation before going after Myrria, there was one, however, she didn’t hate but even so he pulled memories from the past; the pain and hatred right along with it but she sought after him today as she jogged along a fair stretch of land while she debated just barging into the pack. Sekhmet had no issue with this before but the thought of seeing Zeru again made her almost as angry as her desire to meet with him once again. Even so, her tense muscles never relaxed and her lips pulled tightly to expose the tips of her teeth.

Drawing back like curtains, her lips raise and she calls in her anguished but beautiful tones still unaware that it fell on deaf ears. Her call ends with a frustrated resounding growl. She had known her weakness and even in death, it was her drive and an overruling altogether. Maybe it was foolish to come here, maybe it would help her gain control over this weakness and use it as a sharper too and not an outburst that could have easily killed those she considered her own. Her agitation only grew and not even the deeps promises could ease the aggression and anguish she felt. Soon she would hunt and perhaps then she could chase him back to the abyss and forget for a short time once again.

Opalescent gaze followed the path she had laid, the snow was cast aside and crushed, a perfectly worn path for pacing and she moved to plow through more of the cold snow drawing a new path a few meters away before she growled deeply looking back to the north and then east. She refused to give a direct path back to her home, turning she had begun to slink slowly back towards the east only offering one last glance wondering if maybe her call had been heard by the pup to not.