With her leg fully healed she felt a spark of drive stir her once again. Her body moved to slink and lounge within the tall and dense grasses. Even though it was summer it was cooler than normal, a slight breeze on the wind offering her company death her once companion embodied now walked alongside her again. There was no desire to feast or shed blood this moment, she was sated. Breathing deeply the salty air wasn’t as distinguished when she made her rounds within the board that lay where the woodlands and Diveen met her home.
The rumors of another taking place of a queen only led her to make sure their place was clear to the multi-hued woman, her ritualistic marking obviously clear. She had had enough trouble with the forest and the snooping noes of the sea. Sekhmet was growing tired of being silent in her reign. Even with her mutual understanding with Iromar, she wasn’t comfortable with those who desired information of her pack and home. She desired to have her numbers grow. Perhaps that was something to consult with her brother or someone she could seek wisdom from where she was lacking. Being social was never really her highlight in life.
Looking to the shadowy embodiment of death she sighed;
Opalescent eyes scanning the horizon; the sun was setting meaning soon enough darkness would fall. It was moments like these she was curious about what Atum was doing now. Her paws longing to take her down the ghosts of fragmented memories. The only hesitance came with ensuring her duties were completed before she could sink into the darkness of both body and soul. While she couldn’t love her own she cared for her possessions and desired what was best for them. Even now a part of her was curious about their company.