His sister's first request was easily enough fulfilled - rest. Doing so was one of Ripper's strengths, after all. He lazed about, finding comfortable niches around the pack lands. There weren't many places to hide in this place - aside from the tall grasses themselves. But RIpper was too burly for slithering amongst the grasses. He'd found a nice collection of boulders and rocks down near the coastal beach where he could get a moment of solitude. The constant sound of waves lapping against the shoreline were something he would have to get used to again. Left to his own devices, Ripper would slip into a comfortable routine and the musculature he had gained over the past year of solitude would surely slip away with it. So it was a good thing that Sekhmet had required a task of him. If he was to become her Seshat, he would have to work for it.
Once before he had attempted to fulfill the role of a 'scout' for the little red king, but he had grown quickly bored with it. Observing others was a favored past time of his, but in his youth it had always been done passively. Laying inconspicuously in the opens of the valley had allowed him to watch passersby, listen in on their conversations, learn tidbits of information that might be useful or simply entertaining. Now, he would have to actively seek out information instead. Perhaps he could find a way to meld his apathetic way of doing things with his sister's more proactive approach. In any case, his shoulders rolled methodically as he stretched his legs and walked along outskirts of Asteraia. Where should he start?
As luck would have it, opportunity seemed to lay itself down right at his paws. A howl rose, surely from within the pack lands he thought, though it seemed unfamiliar. Not that he had gotten a chance to know the rest of the pack just yet, other than his initial observations of them that first day of Sekhmet's reign. Adjusting the path of his movement just so, he continued to walk through the tall grasses that brushed at his course fur. Eventually he spotted her in the distance, and he sighed softly to himself. Even from here he could tell he'd not seen her arrive with the others. Well, he supposed, no time like the present to get to work. And yet, he did not pick up the pace.
The female was sure to have seen him coming - even if he had wanted to veil his approach, it would have been nearly impossible. Striding up to her, he stopped when there was still comfortable distance between them and yet they would be close enough to talk comfortably. His ears pricked forward, then relaxed to the sides once more. Lifting his head just a bit, he sniffed at the air between them. Even though there was a certain saltiness given to the air of Asteraia from the beaches here, nothing compared to that of Glorall crashing coastline. It was distinct and different, a thing he had come familiar with when visiting his mother and younger siblings there.