His subtle threats were enough to stir a frenzy within her and her lips peeled back now in threat. She had learned to tolerate wolves of her own kind but they were her own. A low growl reverberated in her chest before she spoke. “My pack. My possessions. My business.” She hated conversation, to begin with, and he was pushing the conversation in a direction she didn’t like and would no longer tolerate. Her fur bristled and she shifted with tensed muscles ready to spring should it lead to such action. “You have a chance. Use it.” Broken common tongue but it was clear enough for the Black, gold and white brute to get through his thick skull. Sekhmet was clearly holding back her actions but growing weary of such foolish games. Being civil was never her strong suit. Not even with her own allies.
As the other male approached a snarl rippled through her throat clear in her agitation. Still, the scent that lingered on him offered some comfort. “Asteraia has no guests. The scent you wear. I know well.” While she only offered a sideways glance to Segin the weight behind her words were for her benefit. Making it clear he was no pack member and the only reason no action was taken was that she respected the feminine scent that lingered on his coat. That paired with the fact he wasn’t crossing her border was a benefit. An encouragement not to act irrationally despite what the stranger before her had in her presence. The rumbling only grew her dominance clear on the subject. She wouldn’t hesitate, her family rivaled the number of members and she would use her blood to her advantage if she felt the need.
The trespasser or guest of her strawberry friend rather; speaks seemingly towards the other male. She trusted neither of him. Kattari, perhaps but the pair of them were strangers in her home and it was in her nature to be unsettled and angry with such events. “Why do I have to deal with these golden lined fools alone. The times I desire Ripper to be by my side and yet I don’t know where he is.” Shifting her tail twitched in agitation. “My borders. You're speaking. You could be useful. You could leave too.” Sekhmet needed to be prepared for meaningful fights. She wouldn’t use a fools conversation unless he wanted to press into her own. It was her generous offer to allow them to leave, join her, or she was going to listen to every word of their meeting until they decided to disperse.
Speaking English.Speaking Coptic.