There was a scent on the breeze Sekhmet hadn’t smelt in years. She had been patrolling her borders and so it would hardly be difficult to take the time to investigate. Her long muscular limbs carried her forwards keep a curious eye out. She never let her guard down outside of her pack and perhaps she never truly would, not anymore. The loner nature was quelled and she was content to live her life as it is. When she got closer towards the figure recognition, pain, then anger. It was her once dear companion though perhaps so distant now she couldn't tell what they were. A part of her wished to walk away or fight but the other sought to reacquaint herself with one of her oldest companions.

Moving quietly she stood behind the dark fem. Sekhmet felt her energy was enough indication of her presence. Still, Sekhmet was unaware of how the female would take her company so positioned herself in a means of preparation for anything. Debating her words carefully the fem finally spoke, “You’re back.” It was neutral, neither happy nor angry but inside she was disappointed she hadn’t at least sought her out. “Why did you go?” Her lips parted slightly in a silent snarl but it was easier now than most times to tell she was hurt by this question. Sekhmet never hated her for leaving and was happy if she moved on in life as she had with her family and children, but at the very least she didn’t understand what happened.
Speaking Coptic.