Once the male was out of Asteraia, her howl rung out across the fields. She remained and she was stronger for it. The sting still persisted in her heel more so now than it had but she knew the value of healers. The white and russet beast left with his blood painting the battlefield and left a trail. Typically Sekhmet was understanding enough and her inquisitive nature often allowed others to speak with her however it was different now. He did not stay or make an attempt to speak and that was the wisest. She would surely make a move to kill him, soon she would hunt for him. His head had a bounty and his heart would be a delectable snack for Kattari, at least she thought so. At this moment she sought to commune with the deep and her pack.
Prowling the area to retain his essence and memory Sekhmet reflected on her achievement this day. She had protected her home, her family, and even her dark beasts. She grew curious about creating her own spawn and yet the thoughts faded to dim whispers as she settled into her thoughts. This was the way the world worked, she was designed to fight and to kill. She was meant to hone her skills, adapt, and grow. While she desired to be joyous of the males defeat her tongue washed over her stained ivories; the sweet taste of blood her reminder to stay sharp. She would give this moment to her pack but then she would hunt for the male and do so fiercely. It was best to strike him while he was weak. If she could kill him it purchased security, at least from him.
Moving towards the flesh ripped from his neck that she had dropped to chase him out she investigated it now. Her fangs barred in distasted, the desire to rip his flesh from bone never faded but at this moment she does not eat his flesh should any of the other dark beasts desire a taste she wouldn't stop them. Lifting her head once more to scout out any signs of approach. Her teeth were sheaved and her tail left to twitch only slightly. If no one desired to approach the scene, she was content to move on. After all, she had much to do and the world did not stop turning because a battle had been fought. She could always make plans to converse with the snake if she desired his aid in hunting for the white and russet male.