The white male had taken his leave and her howl rang out victoriously over the plains. Other’s too would leave, of that, she had little doubt but her family would soon arrive. She could feel them stir within her and at the very least she knew Kajika would find her soon, he was turning out a fine pup after all. Her pink tongue swept across her injured flesh, despite the initial flash of pain she was determined to clean it as well as she could before moving any further into the pack lands. There was much that needed her attention and soon she would greet her family, her pack, those who desired to call this place home.
It was tedious and she moved with a limp but she was slowly marking the territory with her own scent. Sekhmet felt a familiar comfort wash over her as she dipped into a deep meditation she would commune with the darkness and rest her body. Her limbs folded beneath her, her forelimbs splayed out with her massive head resting more on her left forelimb she slipped away into the depths. Her body and mind needed the rest but the deep seemed pleased with her actions. She couldn’t tell how long until the hunger within stirred but for the moment of peace she was permitted; Sekhmet would take advantage of it. This would be her place of rest until first light then her call would resound for her pack.
Dawn twinkled just on the horizon, Sekhmet’s nose twitched and she stirred; a stiffness had settled into her right foreleg and her eagerness to use it was fleeting. Despite her reservations, she pressed forward into the center of the pack before her head tilted back in a resounding howl calling her personal wolves closer and calling for any remaining pack that wished to meet on a personal level. This was their home too and as long as they did not put and others freedoms at risk she was content to leave them be. Sekhmet sought the loyalty to their home, to herself, and to themselves. She would not punish them for what she set out to let shine.