She would hardly call it basking but it was hard not to enjoy those moments of peaceful silence she could manage. The Apep and his pack were far from concern and any the wolves of the forest proved to be a nuisance; like a wound that festered when left untreated but she didn’t leave things in silence, no but that didn’t make her desire to return her siblings home. This land was nice but her paws didn’t belong in these boundaries for very long and with her wound healing swiftly perhaps she would make her own visit to the forest, perhaps a hunt even to sate some of the fury she felt. At the very least she would find something else to drive her paws, Sekhmet couldn’t afford to be complacent, that wasn’t the way of the deep.
An ear flicked back before Sekhmet puffed - a greeting akin to that of a great cat before turning her full attention to Kattari. “No. Not busy just communing. You have been, missing. What brings you to me? Do you grow bored?” While Sekhmet didn’t see her duties as boring she did find the desire to stray more often than not and yet she had no one to keep things secured and silent while she was away. Ripper perhaps, and yet it was because she had grown with him. She wouldn’t extend such trust with her younger siblings and perhaps that spoke a great deal of her trust. All the same, she sought to keep them safe, it didn’t matter if they rivaled her in size or not, they were her possessions to keep close and this was a difficult task when she had to deal with outsiders becoming overly curious. Her ears drew back briefly amidst her thought with the desire simply to consume them. After all, it seemed a reasonable venture.
Despite some lingering pain, Sekhmet strode forward towards the woman she once hunted with. The strawberry woman was as mighty as she but perhaps a wild nature just beneath the surface that stirred Sekhmet’s own embers into a fury. “I desire to hunt. My throat burns for blood. My teeth ache for flesh. We shall hunt together soon. Yes?” After all this was the best way she knew to test her companions bonds with her without putting herself at the immediate forefront of their teeth. Plus, she needed to venture out anyways. It was the time she finds something else to feed the fire. Find others of her own nature or the likeness. She needed to consume and rewrite; this was part of her nature. The beauty of destruction and it’s aftermath. Her home had been toppled and yet she had a design to see it flourish once again.