Shifting her gaze she noticed someone in the entrance her teeth before they could be unsheathe covered themselves once more. This wolf was familiar, this one was her own. Never moving from her reclined position she kept her pleasant facial features. Not many could be welcomed in such a way but she was pleased who made her company during such a storm. Her teeth wouldn’t be exposed to Myrria in harshness but it seemed her companion was the one to take the lead and make her own advances. That left a hint of mischief in her eyes and on her tongue. She had enjoyed the tundra and her solitude, but to return to her companions was a benefit to her hunting trip.

A pleased gaze lingered turning into a smile as her dark companion headbutt and teeth nibbled on her jaw line a growl that rumbled more like a purr of pleasure. Soon her moment ended with a sigh. “I attacked someone. I didn’t lose. I didn’t win.” There was a bitter note when she spoke of not winning but perhaps she had won in the long run she wasn’t overly certain, she would need to wait. She didn’t know how to feel about the male, maybe he was useful. She had enjoyed the touch that lingered and chased the past, but she knew the ease of tension she felt melt away with Myrria. She extended her muzzle to an attempted to grip Myrria’s muzzle before moving to stare into the dark woman eyes. “Do you doubt. Where you stand. With me?” She questioned her frustration visible in her gaze.

The idea of her company questioning to where she felt the woman belonged caused her to gnash her teeth. Could she be envious? Sekhmet was uncertain and perhaps things would grow to be rather complicated down the line but for now, she needed her companion to understand such things shouldn’t trouble her mind. The stress, for now, was unneeded despite the concern Sekhmet would try to ease her tensions as well as she could. She lifts herself, padding further back. Perhaps she may have seemed disappointed and she was a twinge. Moving comfortably to lay down she gazed back to her companion, tilting her head slightly. “Come?” She was never the affectionate type but she was willing to offer comfort at least for a handful of others as her teeth were her ultimate signings of affection and aggression she expressed herself in a physical manner. She wanted to nip her companion to reaffirm her frustration, but take the time to bury her muzzle within in her dark ones fur to retake the scent she felt belonged to her.