Menkhet had often slipped between Asteraia and the free lands, now a little more silent with her mother's rage brewing. To be fair she had not seen Mochi sense her time in the snow and she was eager to see him once more. He truly had become her fondest companion more so than the half-siblings she felt little trust for. Menkhet was almost tempted to slip away once more now just to see the goings-on. Now that she had grown larger the journey might be even swifter than before. Especially should she seek her companion out? After all, the forest was quite the journey from the open plains of Asteraia. Even now though her body was still easily hidden in the thick, tall grasses her coat easing her into the shadows aiding her in staying concealed. She doubted she would not be noticed by her family but perhaps they caught to let her be. So she pressed forward quietly before a rustle in the grass caught her attention.
With a title of her head, the striped girl stalked forward until a new scent came to her attention. An array of sounds made a glare grace her features. She caught the tail end of the strange males climbing. He looked hardly any bigger than she, and certainly nothing like her Mochi. This male was was lighter in color with only accents of black. Half of the girl wanted to leave him to be found by another who might attack him without hesitation however she knew her role if she was to take over one day, she wouldn’t be able to shrug off pack duties just for fun and even now she was growing into a creature more like her mother. Though she would eat another perhaps she took more joy in killing them or seeing if they survived. Ah, the thought almost made her purr ecstatically at the mere thought.
She remained silent as the male flattened his body, it was almost grotesque, however, it was very curious. Menkhet straightened herself, keeping her feline stature and grace. Her muscles flexed and a tensed in anticipation. While it was in her nature to use cunning and strike others with surprise she knew territory could prove much more vicious to mind, certainly if she thought to her mother.
Cuirass had a knack for climbing, as did that small male of mostly white and brown, certainly, she should scale more heights but rocks were her strong suit opposed to trees. Still, the girl remained on the ground and calculating but never still. Her movement was graceful and almost dancer like in fashion despite her larger size. There was something in her that couldn’t keep quite still or silent moving to an unheard chant the girl clicked her teeth in eagerness and joy.