Sekhmet’s agitation and been disrupted by a bark but quickly rose once again as she came face to face with the woman of the sea. “Your daughter. The trespasser?” Sekhmet scoffed bearing her teeth at the grey woman. Her head lowered slightly and ears drew back as she took a step forward. “Mind yourself, sea witch.” The fem hissed. “Don’t you think if I were to kill her I would leave her copse at your paws?” Her jaws snapped in agitation for Sekhmet wasn’t a wolf who enjoyed being tested. Though conversing with the grey woman felt pointless and dry. “Nothing.” It was a word spoken in finality, the fem had done nothing to the girl despite telling Kweku of her presence. She hadn’t decided to welcome nor reject the girl, Kweku’s offspring or not, once a decision was made he doubt even he would try to sway her.

A light growl rippled from her chest as she thought for a moment. “Sea Witch. If I wanted suffering. I’d make you watch. Your daughter. Lingers in my land. Stay away. For your own good.” This was a kindness she offered, however, of the grey woman would speak then perhaps they could come to some sort of understanding at least about the daughters' wellbeing. Truth be told until she could not be trusted Sekhmet was keen to observe and converse with Lamia on her own. If she truly had abandoned her mother well then she wouldn’t permit the mother to infringe on the daughters' choices nor on her pack lands.

Narrowed eyes wandered over the female before her, Sekhmet understood a mother's drive but that would not sway her today. “Sit. We can discuss. Information for information. Your daughter for the asp.” By the glint of her fangs it was a warning for her to be intelligent though if she was so keen on a fight the woman would be prepared. After all, she was just as much of her enemy as the white male and the asp well he was certainly a wolf she would be prepared for.
Speaking Coptic.