He and Menkhet's encounter with who they had learned to be their sister, Lamia, had given Kaliban much to think about. In fact, he had spent a lot of time thinking rather than doing which was unusual for him, or had been at least. It had become a rather common sight for him to be basking in the sun much like his father, only with a keenness to his eyes rather than a tiredness. He had other siblings out there, after all, and he wondered what they were like. They lived elsewhere and he wondered what those places were like too. He wondered if he ought to visit them all some day or if he was better off staying near to Asteraia. It was typical child-thinking really, the desire to explore but the need for familiarity. At the end of each of his 'thinking sessions,' he always knew Asteraia to be his home but he always assured himself that he'd make the journey soon enough, just to get a taste. His desire for socializing, after all, never seemed to be completely satiated even after hours spent with his siblings and kin.

So when his mother called for him - or rather, their family - he had already been thinking of her and the rest of his kin. They often lingered on his mind and yet, a part of him could not help but want her to call for his half-siblings too even if they were so far away Of course, he was too young to understand the sensitivities surrounding their birth, only able to focus on what fun they could have with even more kin to share their days with. In any case, he was happy enough just being called by Sekhmet, ever ready to do what he could to please her especially. And so he had taken off at a quick jog mid-thought, fast finding his way towards the coast as the spring grass slapped against his sides. Usually he would take his time to enjoy the sun and the blooms but now, he rushed himself so that he might be the first to greet her.

And he was! His chest rose and fell heavily from his swiftness but he breathed a sigh of relief when he realized it had not been in vain. He was first! He paraded towards her on broad, swaggering steps, his body just a little too large to be co-ordinated but nonetheless, he did what he could to play the part. He threw aside his hesitation and moved to meet Sekhmet, rubbing along her legs in an almost cat-like fashion before he settled in beside her. He'd take a moment to catch his breath but there was no hurry; Sekhmet was a wolf of few words, after all, and he figured his warm greeting would tell her all she needed to know for now at least. He was, of course, happy to do whatever task she had summoned them for, both curious enough but just as eager enough to learn and do all that he could for his blood.