Sekhmet’s ears flicked back and forth, straining to hear the girl's ghost of a tone. Idrisa, daughter of a fallen king and cowardly queen…That was food for thought she supposed. Perhaps Cuirass would be able to tell her more, maybe even Ripper could hunt down some information for her, however, she seemed familiar to a wolf Sekhmet had met. He had not come back to rule but to speak. However, the girl hissed that she came from nowhere. Sekhmet chose to exert some patients with the girl, it was already a strenuous effort on her part as it stood. So when she chose to make her approach and the girl snarled back and fall to the ground. It was then the young one threatened her before the large woman barred her teeth.
A deep snarl echoed through her chest before snapping in the direction of the girls face. Sekhmet’s jaws snaked around the girl's scruff securing the girl's teeth from her own face and limbs before dragging her through the snow to a small den not far from where the girl fell. The girl's scruff might ache but the multi-hued woman took the extra care not to do more than pinch the skin. Keeping her head low to cover her throat the nameless one let the girl go and snapped harshly as she retracted herself from Idrisa’s range.