Despite the best efforts from those she trusted her sister still remained just out of grasp and her sites were set on the forest pack. After all, her muscle was healing well and growing stronger each day. It was when she was called however her meditation ended and she turned to face the dark woman. The dark woman speaks of her name and reason but it doesn’t ease the tension or frustration she feels but she is aware there is a duty that must be done. “Do you doubt me? Jinx. I am not your Monster. Her law prevails, however. Walk with me.” It was uttered before Sekhmet fell into silence, and her movements were simply leisurely strides.

While she didn’t inherently distrust her pack member it was in her nature to keep an eye on anything that would approach her and her ears were attentive to keep her flank covered. It was a lesson she hadn’t forgotten or taken lightly. When the hills overlooking the coast were within gazing distance she slowed and padded lightly. “That beach. I grew there.” Casting a gaze around them she lifted her eyes in acknowledgment; “I grew in these grasses.” Sekhmet wasn’t inclined to mention any details of her time here and all the same, it was home to her. She hadn’t cast any out and those that strayed to the wind, she didn’t hunt as enemies. Sekhmet was a hunter and yet she was tolerant to some extent.

Focusing her gaze she looked at the dark woman with a sigh; “Many years were spent with my soul here before it all shattered. Now that I have laid him to rest here I will fight to protect this place. It is my home and this pack; while it may be small it is my own to look after and protect. You do not know me yet Jinx but I will not give in to the curse you may believe is on the land. I want them to grow and flourish, I want the dark curses to be free to roam and hunt. Give them time, and they will come even those that do not believe as I. They will come because they won’t be cursed for being different they too will have a home here.” The words she uttered; Sekhmet knew her companion wouldn’t understand; save for her name, but it was the only way she could express herself truly for what she was after all.

Shaking her head slightly she spoke once more to the dark woman. “My wolves. Are free. They will grow. Their dark hearts, feast. Deny these things; they become enemies. Tell me, Jinx. What do you seek? What do you ask?” while Coptic was fluent she was at the very least able to be understood after she had put more effort into conversations. Sekhmet wasn’t crazy despite her tendencies and taste she was intrigued to learn what this Jinx thought and perhaps even learn more about the woman who seemed so invested in the land. Every moment to learn about those she considered pack or even those she considered enemies could always benefit her thirst for knowledge and hunger for flesh.

Speaking English.
Speaking Coptic.