Her bicolored ears twitched slightly as he questioned her and her opalescent gaze grew tense on him, her lack of conversational desire close to surfacing. “If my pup. Won’t permit it. Would be… Mine. My pup. Family. Is weak. Father too small. Can teach cunning. Can protect. Beauty in darkness. Much to learn. Too many words. Common tongue.” She hissed in frustration, Coptic was simpler to her and flowed freely from her tongue she had taken to it like the fish to the stream, and the doe to the herd. Common tongue seemed to hold spite for her. She was different and yet her heart ached once more to be in the company of Atum. Swiftly she shook her head to get rid of any expression of emotion hidden behind cold eyes many could take her to be a monster, she didn’t care but she did try to keep mindful eyes on the wolves she showed affection too or that were bound to her being by forces or blood. She was still kind on some level at least when her attention was turned to Myrria.

Sekhmet huffed and issued a soft growl as she strode north casting a gaze at the boy her eyes questioning if he was going to follow her or not. “More questions?” offering a look of suspicion and slight annoyance. Perhaps it was becoming a clear picture that she doesn’t speak often even now it was straining on her. Maybe the boy would be more interested in speaking and could save her from such a task? She would be lying to say the pain of losing her unspoken companions twisted in her gut leaving a drawn lips exposing black gums and sharp teeth. The pain quickly festered into hatred. “Beast kills you. Soul kills you. Learn to kill. Kill them back.” Her words hissed to life a snarl escaping her maw her words perhaps going over the young wolfs head but she knew she could only move forward the others wouldn’t be returning even if she occasionally looked over Zeru from afar.

She hared the forest from taking her own away but he seemed happy enough and so her teeth gnashed knowing he was better off away from her. Perhaps one day they would meet again, perhaps she would meet Thoth again too, for now, her focus half lingered on the pup and her surroundings her mind ever so often roaming over to what could have been and what never was. A conflict was clear in her eyes but not even the keenest of hunters could tell it physically as she took powerful yet aimless strides. Even if she could claim the pup could such a small beast survive the north? Myrria didn’t often make the journey for her own reasons so who could watch the child while she was gone? So many questions swarmed her mind as she thought of many scenarios and solutions to some them.