Focus and patience, these things slightly out of her grasp and yet Menkhet still made an effort to copy her mother before feeling another bump her shoulder. Perhaps she could snarl and threaten but where was the fun in that? Turning her head her opalescent eyes glimmered like the moon across the vast ocean surface. Watching brother yawn and stretch into the sand, all thought of meditation had diminished. Like electricity running underneath her skin, Menkhet practically leaped to her paws turning to quickly face her bother. There was a laugh as she lunged towards him, attempting to grab at his ear and bite or tear into it slightly before pulling back. With a soft growl lingering in her throat a mischievous grin spread across her face.

“What brings you out so early, O Brother Mine?” There is a slight chipper nature that accompanies the mischief in her tone. “Look!” Menkhet bounds towards the water edge half wondering if she could trick her brother in to test it half eager to test him in and of himself. Bouncing steps and massive paws never really afflicting her as one might assume, the girl paraded in the white froth her ears laying back and a small snarl was issued to match the slight shake of her head. To any other, she likely looked to be horrifically wild and frenzied or perhaps energetic and childish at this light-hearted moment but her brother, well perhaps her brother would see her invitation, her curiosity. A million questions came to mind; like, would the sea drag him away and take his life should he be caught unaware? Would creatures hidden devour his flesh and bone? Would he endure and overcome? Could he rule and destroy them at his will? Menkhet loved her brother and this is why she questioned these outcomes.

“What lurks hidden in the water, O Brother Mine?” There lingered a slight hissing chatter deep within the sight movements and twitches that drew her closer to her brother, a lingering anticipation weighted on her shoulders and caused her fur to bristle wildly with unspoken excitement. It is with a flash of her needle-sharp teeth she snaps at the air and dances towards him with surprising grace. Now that Kaliban had chosen to join her company she desired to make his effort worth his time; what secrets could they share, what could they learn from one another but most importantly what could they take from one another? With another devilish fit of joy, Menkhet moved to tackle her brother with teeth aiming for his scruff. This was her joy and this was love to her own. How lovely you are to accompany death, O Kaliban mine.