Hungry eyes searched for movement, the telltale sign of someone lurking hoping to whisk away one of her pack members. She shifted and prowled through the tall grasses. The air felt so familiar to the calling of rain. Sekhmet’s skin twitched and her nostrils eagerly soaked in the scents on the breeze. With a sharp crack of thunder in the distance, she knew rain was just on the horizon. Plagued by harsh whispers and a growing gnawing feeling in her gut Sekhmet was draw further into the outskirts of her territory. If she wanted lupine flesh, she would have to find someone older to pick off, while she did not make it a habit to eat pups, even the large woman could not deny the ease of a quick meal. Her claws dug into the dry earth, as she tilted her crown up to the sky, it was quickly becoming overcast and soon the first droplets fell.
Deep within something struck a nerve, perhaps it was the complete agitation of confining herself within this home so often or honestly it could have even been simply the urge to stretch her muscles. None of it mattered in these moments, the red tail of a fox was enough to captivate her attention. Well defined muscles rippled under the behemoths multi-hued coat as the woman broken into a sprint. While she had copied the cougars as well as anyone wolf could she could not make for the elegant sprint that they had. Even now, perhaps there was something captivating as she shifted and made harsh snaps towards a prey who had all the advantage for escape even on the open plains.