Set - God of chaos. Her set had quite a knack for causing chaos and perhaps the growl that rumbled in her chest could easily be mistaken for a purr. She could only guess some trouble may follow him and while she didn’t doubt his ability she wished to check in and even reward his actions. After all, he was a treasured asset to the pack and it’s structure even if they didn’t choose to stay it was rewarding to see him bring more, and more bodies back with him. Out of all the others, he seemed the most invested in his job. It pleased her. So few seemed as driven as the male who stole from friends and enemies alike. Such a talent deserved some reward.
There is a limber nature in her step as she crosses the vast landscape to where the hills overlooked the ocean. A cool summer had bent itself into fall with ease. It was cool weather that gave the behemoth woman an extra spring of energy. It kept her from being lax. A long howl escaped her maw, it was for her Set. This Cuirass, male. It wasn’t often that she took the time to recall names others have given to her. Still, this one was making an impression and she was pleased. Sekhmet felt it was only right to reward his chaotic nature. Standing she kept her more reserved nature that held little expression. She wouldn’t mind testing his reaction to being called without a particular reason. Sekhmet was intrigued to learn more about her Set after all.