Finely sculpted muscle rippling under a multi-colored pelt carried Sekhmet far from her northern home. She could have easily stayed in the woodlands to hunt the lone wolf that skirted to far into her reach but she pressed on, perhaps Kweku or Myrria tailed her after all she had found less of a fondness within the lower regions preferring her black sand beach and isolation which would likely only grow as fall had begun and the cold of the coming winter was certainly bearing its teeth in the northern tundra. The thought left her with a pleasant sensation, almost like electricity as she bared her teeth with an open jaw so akin to a large cat. It was even clear to herself she acted much like the beasts that had captivated her gaze on several occasions. Still, she was no feline however she could respect the powerful beasts.

The field offered much less vegetation and dense trees the forest offered so she could only tail a wolf that happened to land in her gaze, her movement couldn’t be as swift in execution unless she wanted to end up in a fight, still hunger within did gnaw but perhaps not enough to entice a hunt just yet, it wasn’t as if she was lacking sustenance. The hunger was eternal and perhaps that gave her a particular viciousness others lacked when hunting or even in living itself. Her thoughts lingered on her companions and they all seemed to understand and cope with this nature of hers and yet her growl reverberated in her chest as she thought of Atum. It was a wound that never properly healed and was still a painful thing to her only stirring her discontent. Her presence was one that allowed the grip of death to almost be felt as a tangible entity and yet death was her constant companion.

The idea of hunting down her siblings crossed her mind they lived further south in some pack. She wasn’t against the idea of the packs with their small minded bickering. Still, she wasn’t bound by the laws of packs she could trespass which could lead to a fight but she didn’t respect the laws of potential prey. Her mind scavenged the possibilities of that and decided she would make a mindful stop soon to visit them should they not meet her out in the wilds after all she had taught them to hunt their own kind and she believed they would be fine for the most part, she even taught them how to torment and show mercy if they desired. Yes, another time would be suitable not today. When the snows come she would make her way towards their home if not only to take them for a hunt so they have enough to fill them for winter.

Sekhmet’s rumbling growls had long ceased, her jaws falling back into their cat-like parted state as she crossed into the crags. The sun was setting, the orange hue glowing like a flame to the west, it was warmer here and she detested it as she found a large rock to lean against and relax. It had been a long journey and while she could press onwards she figured she owed herself the time to relax before heading back into the norther fortress she called home. Perhaps she would even find something to fill the undying hunger that consumed her. All in due time, for now, she kept her senses alert as she sighed letting some of the toughness of her muscles unwind and her eyes close just enough to seem shut even though a slight slit was still left for her to take note of any impending change.