There was familiarity in that deep growl that drew Sekhmet out of the meditation with the deep and yet she didn’t answer him back for a moment. Her mind had roamed to when she was a pup her mother kept Ripper and herself hidden from others in their youth and when she and her sibling first met their sire she had challenged him. There was still something in her instinct that drove her to protect the new life within this den but their offspring was perfect, health. The part of her that did not know fear assured her that anyone who attempted to harm the children of a cannibal would think twice, not to mention Kweku was her trusted and sire to her offspring. With the storm still raging outside, she figured it was time enough to let him greet their children.
Lifting her head, Sekhmet’s opalescent eyes shimmered in the darkness as she greeted Kweku with the rumble of her own chest.
Sekhmet extended her head, maw reaching out to nip at Kweku’s cheek as a gesture of her affection before moving her worn body closer to the walls without displacing the pups too much. He now had his invitation and while it may not be the most spacious with several bodies he could still get out of the rain and inspect the pups closer up. Laying her head back on her forelimbs she watched the male with curiosity. After all, it had been a long birth and she was still tired.