Sekhmet had decided she would seek to reclaim her home once again, still, even she had to bide her time. Thoth clouded her mind and caused her internally to gnash her teeth. The deep was a comfort, sympathetic in its cruel way. Death had even lingered closely to her in this hour; her guide and consistent friend. Even spilling more blood, she doubted she could halt trouble and turbulence that plagued her mind. Where was her justice? When would she have her vengeance? No matter what her mind depicted she still felt that weakness, and she felt hatred for it. If she could bury her jaws within her own mind she would shred it from existence. No, everything refused to sate her tension and bring her peace. So, she fell deeper into thought.

A slight ear twitch - no she couldn’t tell what was going on around her, not fully. When his words called out to her, Sekhmet’s jaws lashed out only to be snapped shut. Her opalescent eyes looked over him, particularly the skull atop his head. “A great cat. How did you…come by it?” Perhaps that seemed a little more put together but days, when she had to speak so often, made her miss Atum. She held Coptic dearly, and spoke it often and yet no one understood which caused her to long for her old companions company once more. Even now, she had someone in her presence; a stranger which imposed on her meditative state. Something gnawed at her, he had spoken but what he had said; no, she couldn’t recall it. It wasn’t even worth trying, she had listened to conversations before all pointless babble. Most of it at least, no, she had something to pull at her curiosity now.

No. She was thinking of him or maybe trying to drown him out. Never once has she been pulled from the deep in such a manner. Then again most wolves seem to avoid her so it left her within the depths of her mind. Her lip drew back slightly watching him cautiously; “You disturb me. Most do not. Who are you?” Sekhmet turned herself now to face him directly. The hair around her neck and underbelly had always been thickest which caused her only to mind her throat but she glowered at him. She wasn’t fearful, but this wolf left her cautious. She had taken precautions with her hunt, without a doubt that act was concealed to some extent. Now it had driven her curiosity to a frenzy that caused her fur to even bristle with some hum of energy she couldn’t explain. Would it be a fight or had she allowed herself to become elated for no reason other than the thrill of the hunt?