When her eyes caught a glimpse of her son, Kaliban she felt a little joyous though that soon fell short the more stock she took of him. Offering a nod in greeting she straightened her posture and focused more clearly on the boy. “Roaming often. Remember to rest.” it was her attempt at motherly advice. When he spoke of the preys bounty she nodded. The weather had seemed off in places and it did not seem like it would improve at any time soon. For all that it was worth Sekhmet often found herself caught in thought and shook her head to draw her attention back to the boy. Often she wished she could be a better mother but it wasn’t in her nature to coddle and so she let it be with a sight and a gaze cast to the horizon.
When Kaliban spoke to her she offered her gaze and attention. It wasn’t often that he spoke to her so directly, so it warranted more attention. At his question, she couldn’t help but stand and growl her eyes pained. She paced for a few moments half enraged and just a twinge sorrowful. Bringing herself together Sekhmet turned to the boy and sighs forcing herself to hold her gaze. “It is Weakness.” Shaking her head and gnashing her teeth. “Don’t let it. Destroy you.” Sekhmet had taken to pace once again before finding a suitable spot to relax in.
Although she was a creature of emotion she knew she had been rid of her weakness though it didn’t help the fact she wanted nothing more to protect her children. “A story. Try to understand?” She asked her tone more relaxed and less strained now. “I gave everything I had for my imprint. I tried to be a kinder, more gentle beast. It was all in vain though. All the agony he felt weighed heavily on me. I do not hate what has occurred in my life, since that time. I have a wonderful mate and companion. Many wonder children from them both. Imprints cause more harm than good in my experience and I don’t want that for you. Should my children be hurt by fate, I will happily hunt the one who’s wounded them.” Her gaze met Kalibans eyes while waiting and questioning. She knew he didn’t truly know her language though maybe he could understand enough to make sense of her story. Speaking Coptic.