Sekhmet had taken careful steps to hide her actions from those that weren’t her own and even the little Apep was allowed to hunt with her. He wasn’t really hers, friends were foreign territory, to say the least, but she could see the value in being mutually beneficial, allies perhaps and even that was a curious term. Finally, the feline-like woman decided it was time to investigate what the achievement was about when she moved to place she had thought the call had resonated from. The moors, she was certain of its direction. Even with a curious look behind her eyes death still lingered foremost. No matter how much blood she had shed over the past few weeks nothing sated the rage just beneath the surface, nothing healed the wound where her soul once was, perhaps her conversation with the little Apep fueled the flame that had once been dimming in its own fashion. Still, the beast plowed on with a leisurely pace, after all, she felt no need to be in a rush.

Blood tipped paws reached the invisible border as dusk was arriving; the woman never cared for borders and crossed them freely the laws of packs never really abiding by her but she let out a low growl out of courtesy, a greeting and call perhaps only Thorne would recognize. They had much to discuss did they not? After all, his musk reeked in the midst of the mist. Certainly, this was the place for an Apep if she had ever seen a place more suited, even if the scent and muck covering the earth felt repulsive to her own paws it wasn’t her home so it mattered little her judgment on such things. As she thought of the grasslands her eyes burned in rage and she stifled a snarl as she thought of Thoth. She would take her home back, she wouldn’t give up easily and even now if she could she would rip those who had thought the white pelt a king she would have skinned them to line her personal den.

Opalescent eyes roamed the land around her, she tucked her throat and kept herself silent. She may be looking for the little Apep and could fight if needed but she preferred to keep her business brief. The laws of the land, however, were forcing her to bide her time but she could use this time to learn and gain information. She would catch up and then learn more about this white pelt that stole her home and the wolves that would be damned should she win the crown from their precious leader. She hated nothing more than waiting and biding time and perhaps this is why she paced now on the dry patch of dirt ravenous and aggressive at best, only the Apep would be wise enough to meet with her any other and she wouldn’t hesitate to show she used to a wide berth for a reason.