She had drifted somewhere deep, admittedly it was peaceful chaos. It was as though she were lulled into a dark dream. The sky was of green-black fire and the path was well worn. This was the same grass that bowed beneath her paws in Asteraia, or at least an image of what it ought to be. The grass by her heels moved and swayed in a fashion that it would only move if another creature were causing its disturbance. The behemoth awoke from her trans like nap planning to seek out both Kweku and Cuirass to determine if her dream were just that or if it meant something.
Shaking her coat out she left to the inlet of Asteraia. Her howl echoed for Cuirass. If anyone could find information or at least be someone she could discuss the possibilities of. Sekhmet understood the reservations he might hold to Thorne, perhaps her own have grown in some fashion as well. She snarls at the waves that break on the shore before turning to pace in the sand the tension clear in the air. For all the chaos she welcomed and stirred she was bent to keep her pack from being affected should that echo she heard from Encora truly be the asp's return.
Drawing herself from her pacing the behemoth rolled her shoulders and moved to wade in the salty waters. Her thoughts wandered from simply her pack to her children. While she knew they were strong-minded and even more so strong-willed it never her harsh nature could never truly permit something ill to come of her children. That included traps that the silver tounged asp and his burr of a sister might weave. Another snarl escaped her jaws her tense bout of pacing beginning once again as her wait for Cuirass continued.