While her affection seemed to be returned she chose to take that knowledge in peace. After all, Sekhmet didn’t dislike the comfort it provided even if her exterior personality showed her as a more than cruel being. Her ears rotated slightly as Kweku spoke, soon her eyes following him as the pups would cry out. “Runihura and Kaliban,” testing the names on her tongue she gave him a small nod of approval because Sekhmet found favor in his choice of names. When he asked about their daughters a moment of silence lingered as she moved to observe and nudge the two females. After a few moments of thought, Sekhmet spoke, “Bastet.” Nudging the smallest female. “A Protector. A Symbol.” Looking to the large female she looked out of the den to death her companion, she would meditate on the name but for now, she felt destruction and slaughter should follow in her paw-steps, “Menkhet. A Lady of Slaughter.” She gave a low, steady rumble akin to a purr. This was the perfection of her blood, their blood.
Looking at Kweku she sighed slightly, “I cannot stay here. I have duties.” It wasn’t really in her nature to ask for help she was a loner in that regard but Cuirass was talented enough to be her adviser and maintain order as it seemed anyways and yet she wondered if Kweku had interest in aiding such matters. “How long?” Perhaps these were things a mother should know these things and yet it wasn’t exactly something she would know offhand. Baring her teeth in slight frustration before sighing and speaking once more, “Will you, watch them? Sometimes.” Perhaps she meant the pups or even the pack but which would be more to his interpretation. While she was not so close to her own sire at youth perhaps things would be different from their own offspring, maybe this would be something Kweku could enjoy more than the task she foresaw it may be in her own life. In the end, this is what she sought in life and so this is what must be done and even the deep assured her of such things.
Speaking English.Speaking Coptic.