The snows seemed to fall yet again in the soft light of dusk. She knew the lack of restraint in such a season would prove troublesome but it was something she was prepared for in some sense. Sekhmet desired a lineage and perhaps now was the best time. She had enemies after all. She had her pack, her family. Soon perhaps she would have something more. The pair weren't mates but in truth, Kweku wasn’t a bad option as a sire. The time in which they've interacted have been fair companions, he had stayed with her after all.
Sekhmet tipped her head to look at the moonlight before moving towards the shore. She hadn’t visited it since she was a child and she would hope the whelps of Asteraia would enjoy this place. Her hunt was slowed but for now, she could take the time to enjoy her home and her pack. Soon she would go out and prowl for newcomers. The snake had made things looked easy after all. Still, Sekhmet hadn’t actively tried her hand at stealing nor recruiting. The cold of winter might just be what she needed to gain some more additions to the pack.