Myrria had persisted in questioning about the male it almost caused her to gnash her teeth that is until she continued speaking. Her opal gaze looked over her companion solemnly before speaking to her once more and she knew the feeling of being alone perhaps better than any other. “No. Never alone. Either path.” She couldn’t explain what she meant exactly but she knew of souls and she knew of mates. She wasn’t sure she could explain what they were but it never changed the fact she cared for the woman. Perhaps she was icy in its execution but she still cared.

As she laid down and her small dark companion wiggled closer and interwind their limbs her nose pressed lightly against Myrria’s scruff nipping lightly at her neck before her tongue grazed her companions cheek. “Not Mates. No Souls. Still Mine.” She spoke most statements but the last hinted at a question. Part of Sekhmet was uneasy being affectionate but perhaps her companion deserved it. “Who called you?” Sekhmet questioned her tones never harsh but curious. An underlying angry still lingered under her gaze she was furious with the forest and the loner. She didn't join that day but she could still feel the burn to cause them pain as well.

A soft growl escaped her muzzle; “Can hunt them. Get your answers. Or Revenge. Smelt familiar.” The male wasn’t familiar in the sense that he was smelt on Myrria’s coat but the woman that was lining his scent. She remembered, how could she forget the one who bribed her to kill? How interesting lies and hidden truths could change one's lives so effectively? The woman had given her, her pup in the first place. Her face twisted at the thought of Zeru, pained, enraged, but somehow still affectionate even if Myrria wasn’t interested she wanted to confront a wolf who kept no better company.