Her run in with Blackthorne had encouraged her to head back south of the tundra once again. She would search for Myrria and Kweku, for now, she had a long walk ahead of her. She had moved from the tundra at first light. Part of her thoughts was left to question if the boy would take her advice, after all, it was rare she spoke of Thoth in such a manner to anyone. Even now she had to stifle a growl at the ache that remained in her chest. She felt the desire to be close to her own now and perhaps vent her frustrations but all the same, she knew that it was a habit of her very self to find solitude from time to time. Even now the disappointment of winter lingered in her bones as she knew it was coming to a close. Maybe part of it was her own self and still, she couldn’t find the male which had encouraged her retreat at the very least even if it seemed selfish to Myrria in a piece of her.

Despite her desire for notorious streak for wishing to remain hidden, it was something that boiled in her blood to raise her muzzle and howl. She called out to him first expecting Myrria to be further south even so she was still on the prowl for the small dark woman. Her behemoth form crushed the snow beneath her paws. Muscles coiled and sprang to life working to strengthen one more from her laze of winter. She darted and twisted past trees, her bursts of significant speed short but enough to cover a short distance. Leaping over logs and ducking underneath branches with the information she had gained from her visiting companion she felt revitalized as she bared her teeth a low rumble in her chest. This was her form of play, her release perhaps when her teeth didn’t entrap the soft flesh of another it was honing her skills and muscle; after all, she was trying to search for her companions she was not in the hunt for flesh so perhaps a little attention didn’t matter in these moments.

Slowing perhaps sooner than she had hoped her tongue washed over black gums Sekhmet moved at a comfortable jog her coat brushing against a small parameter of trees before tilting her head once more and calling out to him. If she hadn’t drawn his attention by now perhaps she never would. Withdrawing into the depths of her newly claimed territory, however temporally it was, Sekhmet found herself at the base of the tree. Perhaps she would get lucky if not she would continue further south. For now, she nestled underneath a fir tree. She wanted to wait at least until the sun had begun to settle before moving on any further, perhaps it would take longer than she had desired and yet she knew the duty and the path she had desired to walk for now in the very least.