Her tail uncurled as she saw the familiar face of her adviser with his signature smirk and yet the informality of such things never bothered her as her eyes lit up with some form of acknowledgment when she thought of the mountain wolves but her lips quickly turned into a silent snarl. “Mountain wolves, persistent. Stole my hunt once.” Her teeth gnashed in frustration but she quickly regained her composure as the thunder roared once more. “Tell me, ultimate goal? How may I, assist?” This was her trusted hand and she was never opposed to offering him aid in schemes or even prompting others to be of aid. A part of her stirred to desire to protect her children first but she had a duty to Cuirass as well as the rest of the pack should they need her support.

Maybe she was unable to read emotions or desires but she studied the male before her. She wondered for a moment was there something he wanted that even his witty nature was unable to conjure? “In Need? Should hunt sometime, you and I.” She offered in a light gesture. It was her own way of offering her time and help in the most ‘friendly’ manner she could muster. After all, one it was never her first nature to be friendly with so many things of importance on her mind but for some, she was willing to make an exception. Sekhmet wondered if the male had any real plans for the mountains, did he seek a fight? Power? Even she remembered the fight she had with one of the ones who intervene on her attack and forced her to flee as she sounded the alarm for more pack members to arrive. Her ears flicked back as she shook her head as if to remove the fleeting thought.

The sky seemed to have finally cracked its dam as huge raindrops splashed to the earth. Well, it was a drizzle right now but only time could tell if there was more to come. The fur along her neck and spine bristled as the grass moved ever so briefly enough to be mistaken for the wind but something stirred within her. Those opalescent eyes studied silently the tall grass for a few moments before her face relaxed and a knowing look settled on her features. It was damp but even she knew the sent of her children anywhere. A glimpse of those pupil-less eyes and she became keenly aware Menkhet was lurking just in range of them, she was almost curious to see if Cuirass would notice something before her daughter decided to make a move.

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