The woman was angry, angry that the apep’s blood dared touch her dearest adviser. While Sekhmet understood the laws of the deep she could not help but have a fondness for a handful of wolves. Rage burned deep within her bones and perhaps this is why she took the time to venture away from her pack. The gnawing grew in her stomach, her hunger was a vicious thing and she hadn’t had a proper hunt in far too long. For now, it seemed as though her path was devoid of any others at least those of interest or easy targets. The sky was overcast and the smell of rain was on the wind. At least the cool rain might sate some of her agitations for the time being.
Her feline like bodice moved with great ease over the jagged landscape. The rain dulled the scent of smell, at least to some degree. The rain soaked into her coat, stranger'sand lulled her into a more complacent state; to some degree, she fell more towards the trance of communion with the deep. The male lurking in shadows was unnoticed, only the reflex of her face twisting into a silent snarl might lead someone to think that perhaps she had sensed someone close. Still, she padded forward in an aimless quest to search to feel what ate her from within.
It was a step forward and death whispered to her. Her body paused and her head twisted back toward the direction the male was in. Her lips raised ever so slightly though never fixated on the strangers exact location. For all she knew the trace of another was old, the rain had done a number on the trail. For now, she remained silent and patient, her nose flaring slightly. Perhaps she would pick up the trail of another or soon the interest in the location would wane. Sekhmet lingered for the moment anyway.