Her pups were interesting beings indeed and steadily growing. Kweku had managed to keep his scent around the den and the pups seemed to have settled in for the evening. Resting before she would seek to take them more in the moonlight. Still, the scent carried on the wind wasn’t one of her own and the invisible teeth of the deep raked the scruff of her neck sparking a fire under the flesh. Something was different this time and with not only her pups about there were several mothers lingering in the grass. While Curiass would likely be one of the first she would call should she need aid, Sekhmet set out alone after giving her offspring another once over. These things were better left hidden in the darkness after all where the deep could coven over them.
Slipping into a jog the muscles beneath her pelt rippled and relaxed feeling the tension ease. This was her home, the home of her family, the home of her pack. It wasn’t long before she found the scent the breeze carried, much stronger within her own lands. Following the stranger's path until she caught the form of the russet wolf. She chose to tail him in silence as he passed along a den. Sekhmet had not hunted those who left with the white king, she did not care for them. Part of her seemed okay with permitting him this until he moved to go further into the pack territory. The curious nature was shunned by the deep and a new fire awoke that sought the protection of her pack and their offspring. Their protection and future were partially her own.
Moving swiftly through the taller grasses, Sekhmet moved to intercept his path. A low growl reverberating from her throat as she stood with her throat covered and tail even with her spine. She was warning him slightly yet not quite ready to threaten with body language just yet, after all, she still wanted answers.
Lips parted to reveal her stained ivories, Sekhmet shifted to better protect herself and keep him from making any further progression into her home.