His call issued over the land and she was pleased and yet she was content to proceed into a quiet place, after all, it was her nature to find silence. Calm before the storm perhaps that was what the woman enjoyed the most. It had fallen silent once again and perhaps it was for far too long as the deep purr from his chest issued her attention. Her head turned to the left, a deep snarl ripping through her chest; her teeth extend out to attack the left cheek of the intruder on natural instinct until she snapped her back in recognition and his words brought a new softer growl to her chest as his eyes met her own. “Fun?” Sekhmet tilted her head in curiosity nipping outwardly at his muzzle as she stood to her paws her tail waved passively behind her as if to question and tease at his mention of fun. “I bare no pups. You though? Are you a Sire?” She questioned with a slight reveal of a fang, perhaps the idea of he having such adventures would be best left silent or she would be tempted to have her own fun with him which involved no romping around the snow of winter.

Sekhmet exhaled and extend her muzzle to him looking to brush her cheek against him and yet she refrained, she would allow him to approach before passing judgement to offer any physical affection. “Business. Silence. Meditation. Hunger. You have been missing.” Her words turned into a light growl of judgement and still she couldn’t fault him entirely; she too was an elusive creature when she desired it, finding peaceful to get away from time to time. Her eyes roamed over his figure a harsh judgement and examination process; slowly taking time to stalk around him starting for his left side circling back to face him. She often slipped close enough to brush her fur against him not fearing retaliation from his teeth and even as she stood before him she watched him mindfully. “Are you not hungry?” She questioned curiously but not specifying anything more as she turned away from him and talked further into their clearing tossing a casual glance back to see if he was going to follow her as he spoke to hunt for her at her own request.

She bowed a low growl in her chest her tail hanging low to her haunches as she eyed him wickedly, an obvious desire burning brightly within those opalescent orbs. She sought to test his resolve, feel the familiarity of his tongue against her coat and muzzle against as she once had and this was the way she had recalled she manifested those actions. She challenged him lightly now but her teeth remained contained within their prison not yet willing to lash out unless he accepted her offer or he pressed her flesh to harshly. She had wished to question so many things, why he left and with whom he had filled his time with and yet she refrained from asking such things. Sekhmet needed this dance to clear her mind and soothe the gnawing emptiness that was her soul. So she had waited for him to make a move, waited to test his light touch and strength once again as a soft rumble of a purr danced around her chest.