Familiarity - something she was growing used to more often as each day passed. Still, today the howl that carried was so different and so familiar to her. Sekhmet didn’t resist the desire to track it down. Her wounds were scaring over now even if she wasn’t able to shake her limp and pain just yet. It was all still fresh and so she wasn’t surprised, to say the least. Despite all her reservation and her desire to rest alone, she had a duty now and more significant purpose. Gnashing her teeth slightly as she found her paws, Sekhmet stood proudly for a brief moment before making her way to where the sound of the source had originated; alternating between a walk and half jog she wouldn’t make them wait for long and she would cross their path if they had decided to bound into her territory.

Myrria, it was her Myrria. Something stirred within her even if she couldn’t place what it was but she looked at her with a soft gaze very few would ever bare witness to. “Enough.” Her voice was a roar but there was a softness to it. “You have been gone. Far too long.” Her tone was firm but if Myrria wouldn’t meet her, Sekhmet would move to her if she had too. It had been too long since she last embraced the dark woman before her eyes. “Does something worry you?” Her question hinted at a laugh, there was a small wave to the tip of her tail. “Welcome home.” It wasn’t that Sekhmet intended to make Myrria stay but so long as Sekhmet ruled she would give the dark woman a home here and to those she held dear if that was a desire but for now she would let the invitation settle.

Be it by her own choice or Sekhmet closing the gap she extended her muzzle in greeting. Yes, the woman by far was one of her most trusted companions. “So much to discuss. No?” Settling on her haunches, she relaxed her right forelimb. After all, she had no reason not to trust the woman who kept her woman many cold nights. She had waited so very long to reunite with all those she called her own once again and as much as she desired to press into the woman and offer affection she would let her dark one be the judge and press how she desired to. Her eyes eagerly looked at the woman but she never moved, only embraced the moment she had.