Part of him has been waiting for her call, or rather hoping for it. The winter had begun in a rather distasteful manner, and it had not surprised Kweku at all to find the Pharoah agitated because of it. He had been sure to keep a distance, comfortable enough for the both but far enough to keep him out of her path. Kweku had even tried to keep the children busy though he supposed they weren’t entirely children anymore. By their age, he had already begun to overpower many in his birth-pack. He was glad that even rough winters still provided decent enough food for if they hadn’t, he knew he had it in himself to dispatch of...certain hungry mouths as he had done so in his youth.
Such thoughts were, of course, merely there to occupy him while he waited. They were immediately forgotten the moment her howl sliced through sleet and wind alike, his paws having found a path towards her in an instant. He had been too slow though. He immediately recognized Cuirass and caught wind of his words as he came to stand beside the male. Or rather, he stood just a little closer to the Pharoah. Kweku was sure Cuirass would notice that and fully intended him to do so – as much as he found himself enjoying the Thoth, Kweku still felt the winter in his blood regardless. But it wasn’t about him, was it? The Pharoah had called for both and though Cuirass’ way of speaking was, well, certainly not Kweku’s own...he had asked the right question. Kweku saw no reason to ask again and merely waited with hungry eyes as he drew in each breath deeply so that he might savor their Pharoah’s very essence.