Admittedly her children were growing well and she had been proud of each of them. She had to admit one of her sons was quite aggressive when goaded to play and bask in the sun. Admittedly she was uncertain if it was his nature or something more. After growling at his attempts a biting at her Sekhmet managed to clasp Mihos by his scruff. His siblings had been out of the den and she felt if they could not pester him out she would encourage to adventure out of her own accord. The sun was high in the sky however there was the shade of some rockfaces that surrounded the inlet. At the very least perhaps it would sway Mihos adventuring and his pester-ing her at dusk.
Plopping down the growing boy, Sekhmet tilted her head back called out. Her eerie howl beckoned an open invitation particularly to her family but still open to any of the pack that wished to seek her out as she deliberated who she could find to teach Nissa. Sekhmet's opalescent eyes roamed over Mihos who seemed on edge and bristled, almost enraged as he pressed back into the shadows. Sometimes she would press him on the matter if he didn't overcome the odd nature however, it was almost a certainty that she wouldn't crush his desire to follow his own path no matter how odd it was.