There had been an emissary from the Diveen yet time had slipped she had been challenged. Her pack fell to priority before the request of a meeting. Finally, as things seemed to calm down. A few flurries blew around in the breeze. The deep snow much more of a comfort than she had wished to admit. Busy and productive, she sought to do more for her pack so that no one would question her rule again. Now more than before she grew curious about what would be discussed at this meeting. Would it be about her packs nature? Their desires? Would they simply try to work something out to protect themselves? One ally was already not to be hunted in and the forest was guarded against theft, Sekhmet wouldn’t limit her wolves any more than she already had. They worked hard and deserved the room to hunt and unwind in whichever way they desired.
While some part of her wished to be on the hunt for the white and russet one, Sekhmet decided to call out for the wolf of Diveen who wished to speak on their behalf. So much to do, so little time. Left in thought she couldn’t help but think of her pack and how valuable they were. Not only did most of her blood rival the numbers that didn’t belong to her family Sekhmet had a bond with the strawberry woman and the woman’s brother who proved his value constantly. This was her family and despite what happened in with Diveen she would protect her pack, her family, her home. With a slight sigh, was Sekhmet settled onto a log buried in the snow. The beast looked relaxed and at home even if was prepared to defend herself, a first impression she would seem a most peaceful beast.