A soft ear flicked forward, backward, and then forwards once more; the sensation almost as though a gnat were buzzing in her ear but she in truth she was listening for any sign of life passing by. After all, it wasn’t as if her lifestyle was widely accepted by others which mean it left her at risk for retaliation of others and yet she never saw her actions as abnormal it had been a way of life, her sire had done so and even her mother accepted the practice. Perhaps it was just the fact others were misguided and judged without thought, after all, it wasn’t as they did not hunt as well. All the same, she knew it was better to have the upper hand, to say the least.

Her lip drew back to bare a fang as she stirred, it seemed no peace would come for her and so it withdrew into deeper thoughts. Stretching out her muscles her jaw and posture falling into something more feline-esque, Sekhmet turned her gaze north before setting out. Both the tundra and the grassland lay in her path and yet the idea of the plains left a bitter taste in her maw. It left her with harsh thoughts and gnashing teeth. She wanted nothing more than to return to her home. Her past home, where her soul was not such an abyssal giant. The place she had shared treasures with him by the sea perhaps she would even linger the forest pack to see the pup she once had cared for with Thoth. A darkness swirled in her eyes, she despised the lie of fate and found only truth in the deep.

Despite her previous cautious, she was lost in thought, a beast that would only be able to act on instinct alone should she be caught off guard. A swift jog would be her pace and she would let her paws guide her until she was stopped or her path was truly decided. Sekhmet owed no one and had no desire to hunt for companionship this day. Loneliness was what stroked the open wound and it would be what drove her this hour, did anything else truly matter this day? No, perhaps not.