Admittedly she had met some interesting characters even a sibling of Cuirass and what seemed to be the strawberry woman she grew fond of. It is not often she chose to move from her delicate meditations or hunting grounds. Still, as of late she was more eager to churn the waters and see what left the most agitation in her wake. Sekhmet moved with a more refined feline sense of balance and stature. After a long time of mirroring them, she felt it was a more stealthy approach. It was fair enough to say she had grown more into herself not one to leave the plains very often. There were so many things of political nature she assumed leaders naturally strived for and perhaps she should go speak for her pack, but that was never her way.
She perched herself against the rocky outcropping that looked down into the churning waves crashing across the cliff side. Sekhmet often laid in the hemisphere that alluded to Diveen as of late. Perhaps with curiosity, wondering if the Apep or his gaggle of beasts would make an appearance once more. With a heavy sigh Sekhmet shifted to her paws, it was best to keep the territory marked after all. It was also very much in her benefit to chasing off anyone who would try and steal a wolf from her borders after all. With a glint of her fang, she narrowed her eyes wondered if she should even bother with the sea pack. She would certainly show that the woman would no longer be welcomed freely into her domain.