Sekhmet was a creature of loss and but she knew this lesson of pain. Gifts came from the sky, the act of taking what was desired was of the deep. Perhaps she should despite the deep for taking what was hers but it had been given. Kweku kept himself close yet it wasn’t a hindrance but she had kept Myrria and he separate. It wasn’t the time. Gnashing thoughts grew into roars so loud she heard nothing but inner silence. Soon she needed to return home. She wanted nothing more than to return to the tundra and perhaps with all of her company at her side. These lowlands were wretched, yes the lowlands had better conditions and more food but she preferred the harshness of the tundra even if only she could see the tundras beauty.

Her opalescent gaze glanced backward to Kweku a glint of hunger in her eyes. Her body didn’t hunger but she was ravenous. She wanted to draw blood. She was a Goddess in her own right despite her namesake she was more. She was here to take, to consume, and no old laws or new would confine her desires anymore. Sekhmet had enough of change she could finally embrace who she was. She was a muscular beast and perhaps not as swift as those lighter wolves but she barreled forward. Her deep chest aided her to push her stamina was hardly wavered as she never truly made a bust of speed bug she knew the push would only last so long before she had to collect herself again her damp nose eagerly hunting the sweat metallic beacon that sang her name as though it were a praise.

Nails dug deeply, scaring the ground as she came to an abrupt halt. Her eyes scanned around for a threat before her jaws parted and her chest heaved her gaze going to her companion wondering if he managed to keep up. He wasn’t far behind, her teeth glistened in anticipation she wanted to take him between her jaws or perhaps even become locked in a jaw spar as she had seen with her own parents. Twisting, she lowered her body slightly as though she were a mountain lion going to pounce but instead she used what little stamina she had regained to lunge forward with her mouth gaping. Sekhmet aimed to barrel into him and snap at the flesh on his shoulder and yet her teeth remained cautious to never use true force should she land a blow even if to the eyes of another, it looked like she intended to rend flesh from bone.

This was her affection, only the reservation of her harshness could express her willingness to deny her nature The muscular femme anticipated his retaliation, this perhaps wasn’t hunting but it was a pleasure all the same. She was lost in her focus she had hardly paid mind to where she may be or who she may run into but in these moments Sekhmet was free to be the untamed one she wished to be only holding back by the pure desire to do so. Little could take away the wolf she was in these moments as her snarls and growls rippled through the air in a challenge and play to the ones who could manage to distinguish it. Sekhmet needed to be set free and this was one of the very few ways she knew how to feel that freedom.