Sekhmet doesn’t tense as Thorne approaches but she is mindful in her reactions and she hoped Kajika would be firm too. If a lesson was to be learned from this, it was trust. A snake has its tricks but after everything the Apep has seen, he would realize their mutual alignment served more purpose than unwittingly drawing out a fight. It is when he speaks her name or perhaps title rather, that she offers him acknowledgment. “Try a pup, your choice. This one is mine.” yet when the Apep snaps at Kajika’s face she doesn’t lift a lip only glares at the dancing one as he speaks yet again. “Apep, do not test me. We have much to discuss. His timing is unfortunate. Until he has crossed a line. You will not touch him.” she was putting a threat mixed with deep trust. Should Kajika endanger them, she would not stop Thorne’s wrath; however, should Kajika trust her and her discretions she would protect him like one of her own pack. While even now she couldn’t check the boy, she had faith that the snake wasn’t reckless with his actions.

Shifting slightly the woman's jaw tensed, “You hold a pack. You gather information. I don’t doubt this. Tell me about the white one. The Damned. It holds the plains. My previous home.” A low growl and the gnashing of teeth clearly highlighting the intensity with which she spoke. The plains had been her home with Thoth, her soul before it was lost and yet no others sought to back the white one and now all she desired was for the hills to run red slick with blood. The white wolf perhaps didn’t know her but soon she would make her desire clear to take her home back. She couldn’t be certain she would be successful but she would try relentlessly for the place she once called home, the place where she first had a pack. A place she once held a strange sense of what one might call love? She couldn’t say for certain but it was home just as the deep had grown to be a place she called home. Settling her temper she chose to gather her thoughts perhaps her snake would tell her what she desired she didn’t mind favors of blood after all.

It wasn’t in her nature or even feeling she desired to recline, there was a tenseness to her muscles a twinge of rage behind sparkling eyes. A spark that maybe Thorne would recall in the hunt they shared in the tundra. Even now she had almost forgotten Kajika’s presence. Could anyone or land, fill the void that was left when her soul was ripped from her? The multi-hued woman knew she couldn’t have doubts if it came down to a fight. She would wait for her demons out and hold fast to an ally she knew since youth. It was not often the woman depended on information from others as she desired it from Thorne in these very moments. Maybe the fates would be damned and bow to those of a darker power. With fortune and skill, perhaps she and the Apep could make the most of the coming seasons.