Sekhmet was listening intently to what her strawberry and white companion was saying and she debated slightly in a place for her. She was a fierce fighter but her other talent’s, Sekhmet didn’t know. “Such as?” Perhaps it was best that she asked at least to get some kind of idea that the woman had in mind. “Taken care, no. Death is taking care. Didn’t hear of it. Doesn’t matter.” Shrugging dismissively if the woman still looked to bag her kill, why would she stop her? It went against what she desired for her pack anyways. Only her possessions mattered to Sekhmet otherwise the rest were scattered to the wind, open for any hungry maw or even the worthy welcomed into this…black garden.
When the woman asked if she had a target in mind she didn’t not many. “Depends. Who do you seek?” Sighing she glanced towards the horizon before looking at the woman. “Always free to hunt. Not pack. Not Ally. Free prey.” A roll of her shoulders let her look carefully at the strawberry woman. With a slight glanced as she moved slightly towards the borders of their home even with a cautionary gaze back towards the woman it was only in her nature to watch her flank. It had been instilled in her some from years ago and a habit she had no intention to break no matter how much trust she desired to hold in someone it was a defense mechanism at it’s finest.
Speaking English.Speaking Coptic.