Kweku may have been her chosen but that did not mean she wasn’t intrigued by the call. She silent snarl fell on her lips and even the daughter she was trying to teach her special language to had noticed it, but rather than question she silently followed her mother as Sekhmet made striking steps towards the borders, Menkhet was silently in tow. It would be a good lesson for her child and even any other of her children that may have heard the call. Sekhmet had much more to protect now and her tenacity was written in the exposure of her teeth, the high banner of her tail, and the bristling of her pelt. She didn’t know who might be waiting but the call seemed almost familiar feminine even.
The grey female but her snarl only felt to the exposure of her fangs. She knew of this wolf from her brother, the wolf who pries, the wolf scented much like her Apep. The darting children bounding into the territory issued a further growl and yet her child seemed to intervene at the pup who was bounding into the territory with a small snarl and attempt to tackle the young pup and dance away in excitement. Sekhmet was aware it was youthful playfulness and game for the moment but one day her daughter would need to take her lessons seriously. For how she now stood between the grey woman and further passage into the plains while she spoke.
The deep stirred within her chest the low rumbling failing to cease, her hunger never truly sated without her own paw in the act. Sekhmet’s lip kept her teeth exposed through her demeanor stilled somewhat.