Sekhmet enjoyed his truths, he was correct she felt her kind could be some of the most potent, dangerous, and persistent wolves when settling on a target. She knew her adviser was a clever wolf though otherwise she would not have been so happy to give him such a position. He was intelligent in such a way that she admired in her friends. While the idea of just toying was not something she was totally influenced by even Sekhmet could understand the benefit of striking fear into others. It was important for her to keep her pack safe but to let the fear of her kind thrive, could she really bring herself to deny feeding his nature? No. When it came down to it that was her proclaimed job, those who desired to join them in such an expedition into the nightmares of children and adults alike she would aid them however she could. Cuirass was an important pillar to the pack and she felt not only herself but, her chosen few would be willing to protect their pack and home.

As he spoke on needing more than one wolf she was drawn from her thoughts to focus on his words. “I can see.” She nodded lightly as her thoughts went to individuals who might have some interest in the task at hand. She was willing to pull some strings and orchestrate things as well as get involved personally if she needed to. Sekhmet knew as of late she had been drawn to lurk within the borders of home. She knew the itch to hunt would only grow stronger until she left so if she took Cuirass up on his suggestion at least she would find herself roaming more. While her mother had taught her well, teaching her own children was a difficult task. Still, if they were as strong-willed as she was in her own youth, they would be out exploring in no time. So her felt their reputation a double-edged sword. Inside though she knew that if her children were meant to live they would do so of there own will, she could not coddle them only protect them as her own mother had for herself and her siblings.

There was a reflex reaction of Sekhmet’s chest to rumble in a growl so akin to a purr it almost resounded her more feline nature. “Very well. You may choose. The prey. The time. I prefer it cool.” She said in a light tone with delight lighting her eyes. Still, she was left to fall to thought and then to the knowledge of her daughter's company. Her gaze focused more on Cuirass and while he seemed to be unaware something was lurking she wondered if he to chose not to react, certainly, a striking observant wolf would notice something was up but, perhaps not. So she too decided to follow his example and not acknowledge her child’s presence. After all her children needed to learn and she had sought her adviser our for more than just the situation update on the mountain wolves, she came to seek his talents in other ways as well.

The woman stood almost as if in thought or contemplative of how she would go about her request yet in the corner of her eye she could see the form of her child appear in the shorter grasses. After all, Menkhet was colored more like her sire and stood out a lot less compared to her own coat. Sekhmet was almost glad her daughter was large enough to observe and while the stalking was not completely flawless she felt a little pride. The girl sprang forward leaping at the middle of Cuirass’ tail. Sekhmet was curious to see if she would be successful or fall to the ground by her adviser's paws, all the while she waited to see the males reaction. After all, should he agree, he would be a teacher and she trusted him not to be too rough with her own.

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