The days seemed to laze on for Sekhmet and yet it was brilliant. She basked in the moonlight on the cliffs just above the ocean; just when she wasn't patrolling or hunting but she knew that her own family might need to be stoked. The world was quiet as of late and silence led to complacency and a softness a wolf such as Sekhmet couldn't permit. Shifting her posture the fem stretched out and drawing herself to stand. Perhaps Kweku or Cuirass would contemplate keeping her company and yet as she tilted her head to call out a new scent was on the wind and it drew a more violent nature to the surface.
Claws digging into the earth the dark fem shifted her taut muscles rippling under flesh as she carried herself to where the scent seemed to be coming from. Her gaze cast around the area, her nose quickly dropping to the earth for the briefest moment. Surely she was close and yet the dark woman couldn't spot the intruder. Sekhmet paced quietly around the area in which the scent lingered. Shifting quietly she moved closer to the outskirts of her territory even should it be a misunderstanding Sekhmet wouldn't ignore someone she thought to be intruding.
A snarl rippled from her throat as her eyes peered carefully through the grass.