Menkhet was unable to understand her mother's overall distaste for the female and her pups and yet she felt almost a prick of agitation as well. With her sire there he supposed that is why mother left it in his own paws, even more, curious she seemed almost warning of him as though should anything negative come from the grey woman or the children. Mother had even gone as far as to deny them membership into the pack without the counsel of her newest teacher and packs adviser. Menkhet's fur bristled hoping to see blood perhaps but there was none spilled and as she was assured away from her own spar to leave in search of the adviser, Thoth. Even she was wiser than to linger with her mother so enraged she had practically cursed the woman in their sacred tongue setting in her suspiciousness further of though her lurked just within the borders.
All too softly she heard the call of Kaliban. She loved her brother and while the girl did not desire the wrath of their mother, surely she would not be consumed for going to her brother's side. Rubbing her smaller bodice against her mother's leg earned her a low rumbling growl, in which she returned softly before scamping off in the direction of her bothers call with the feline-like grace she had begun to liken from her mother. While sneaking perhaps was not most ideal she remembered what the dark boy from Tavioria said to her about the cobra wherefore she bristled and puffed herself out without masking her presence, at the very least, within her own home she could announce herself as such a devastating creature despite her age and size.
Menkhet appeared on the other side of the girl with a glint of a wicked grin shared solely to her brother.