It had been some time and while Sekhmet felt she had done well for her home she understood the need for knowledge. She had known of the female that had taken the moors and while she never made a motion to leave her pack outside of the occasional hunt today she would head for the pack of her previous ally. Though as it occurred it seemed she would not be alone on her journey. Menkhet lingered close at her flank alternating between prowling or a series of erratic movements. Her eldest daughter was the most curious of all, she was cunning and perhaps a little more outgoing than she but Sekhmet could hold pride in the things that Cuirass was teach his pupil. She thought to her pack, Kweku, and Cuirass mostly. While she loved her blood family, she had put so much trust in the two. While her mind settled to focus on the deep she could still observe Menkhet. The younger female broke ahead in a sprint before turning to return with eyes glistening and teeth flashing when she turned to snap at a bird that had begun to take flight in front of her path. Sekhmet chose only to observe her daughter as they progressed towards Iromar, wondering how long these antics would last.
Breaking from her more trance-like state, Sekhmet snarled before Menkhet growled lowly and returned.