Sekhmet never was one to deny Kweku was pleasing to the eye. She acknowledged his greeting with a glance an ear flicking just slightly as he nipped at her. Perhaps it was only tension he would notice or perhaps more but in these moments she was stoic and contemplative. Some things needed to be discussed and yet she couldn’t resist the moment. Whilst there was little space between them Sekhmet struck, her jaws snapped at Kweku’s cheek gripping at the scruff of his neck. Drawing her right forepaw over his left shoulder she used her well-developed muscles intending to force him onto his back. It would be no easy task as Kweku was well-muscled and equally a reasonable challenger in his own right. Despite any push back she might receive the fem would be moved from her goal. Should his claws rake her body she would eagerly press into them and if his teeth nipped her flesh she welcomed it all with the familiarity and understanding she would retaliate any defiance. Deep snarls accompanied her jaws pinching and tightening on Kweku’s flesh in an attempt to gain better leverage.

Her efforts nor exertion were not in vain with the dark and honey-coated male against the dry grass. Her hind limbs move to straddle both sides of his body as a low growl rumbled from her chest. Adjusting her forepaws on either side of his shoulders, Sekhmet's jaws aimed to linger over Kweku’s throat moving to pinch lightly before her tongue ran across the delicate flesh. Her bodice pressed into his a low rumble in her throat before her teeth moved now to nip at his from his jawline to his ear. Her affection was known best to most through teeth and if he did nothing to resist or flip the tide it wouldn’t be a lie that she would be disappointed. There were still carnal desires, even if she wasn’t quite eager to have another litter just yet. She was content with her large brood as it stood but even so, the fem wouldn’t deny such advances when the time permitted.

Nipping lightly at the air around his ear she spoke. “Your spawn. A daughter. From the sea woman. In Asteraia. The Asp. If he is returned. He will sew chaos.” Her words were blunt and to the point, as she inhaled him deeply her nose moving to linger near his chest nipping at the wispier furs before speaking once more a soft growl echoing as her head tilted to nip at his chin wondering if he would press himself into her teeth. “Kweku. Will not be lenient. Not to the others. Not to the woman.” Her teeth snapped at the flesh where his neck and shoulder met hopping to pierce the top layer of flesh enough to draw a little blood. Her restraint would always be present in these times but it was a show of her jealousy. She understood the draw and perhaps even the love of multiple, but it never would change the fact she was a jealous wolf who did not willingly share. Kweku was her own, just as much as she was his.
Speaking Coptic.