Sekhmet pondered his question for a moment, did she truly peer into the future to see more to what could be? Could the question be seeking deeper than the question at face value? Shaking her fur out the fem spoke; “No answers you seek. Those who can take it. Those who can maintain.” She spoke with a roll of her shoulders. A soft growl reverberated in Sekhmet's chest bearing a tooth a little “You look to the sky full of promises. The soft places lead to your demise. You will be eaten and carved from the world. It is what soft leaders and leaders of choice do.” Sekhmet spoke in her own tongue fighting to find the proper words in the language of the male. “Soft leaders. Cause death. Promises mean little.” Glowering slightly frustrated she exhaled and focused on the male. “Does that help?” Sekhmet asked a little more curiously.
Glancing to her paws she nodded at Nissa. “Speak. If you wish.” Sekhmet said to the young girl finding herself settling more now that the girl was away from the male than she had been. Half of her was curious as to her thoughts. Cuirass was dear to her, so if it meant that she needs to keep a closer eye on his daughter then he would do so. Perhaps if worth noting she would mention it to him as well.
The woman would wait a few moments for the pair to finish before speaking up once again. “What do you. Seek in leaders?” Sekhmet questioned to the male. Certainly, he had his own opinion on the matter and while she did not feel herself to be too closed or narrow-minded, the woman truly had not given too much personal thought to the idea of the heirs of the future outside of her own. To her, she cared for her pack and sought their best. If the others fell, well, Sekhmet wasn’t so assured their responsibility fell upon her shoulders as it stood.Speaking Coptic.