Sekhmet had found it uncomfortable to leave the confines of her pack but as the darkness sweeps the land she finds it is time to hunt. She would need to be prepared to defend her claim when the time game but until she was tested once more she was eager to grow her pack. The deep stirred within her and carried her far from Asteraia. Her wonderings seemed aimless and to an extent, they went without a thought. Autopilot - plain and simple but it seemed the deep had better intentions as opposed to letter her stumble across a fresh trail to chase with nothing but a lust for blood. No, this was a different path she hadn’t truly understood even as she padded into the crags.
The yowl of a great cat captivated her attention along with a feminine giggle. Finding herself laying low within the shrubbery she watched the scene unfolded. Curiosity and amusement flickering in those opalescent orbs. The little white one racing for what looked to be a cliff - chased by on of the great cats. Something within the multi-hued woman before twitching to life. Her heart eagerly pounded in her chest as she stalked behind the cat, carefully using the sparse cover to her advantage. Almost missing the white one’s movements she caught the spin that left the great cat clawing at life and falling to its demise. While she bowed her head slightly for the great cat a dark grin found itself fixed onto her maw.
An ear drew back at the white ones laugh, Sekhmet, however, was too pleased and enticed by the blood that soaked the youths pelt. The behemoth moved from her place of cover making effort only to protect her throat, as it was now a secondary reflex she grinned at the woman. A low growl akin to a purr escaped Sekhmet’s open maw, this was her greeting.
Once more she found her common tongue again;