Sekhmet settled onto her haunches, her cold gaze cast down to the pup. She didn’t fear to recline around him. If he lunged for her, she would be more than pleased to trap him within her grasp. Fluffed ears twitched at his outpouring of words, questions rather. Power, pleasure, and why. Truthfully she only had an answer to one of these, though she had her own reasons.
Shaking the thoughts with a curl of her lip she spoke once more;
A deep sigh escaped as her maw fell back to its part, her past was a painful one, and yet she buried it quickly before she unleashed her wrath on the youth. She was curious what the youth pup was really aiming to hear. She had no intention to kill him this day unless she was pressed to do so.