Kweku had noticed that he and Sekhmet's children had been surprisingly absent across the winter season. With the flooding, he had expected them to return home, but he'd yet to seek them out. As far as Kweku was concerned, it was a rather good situation to be in for Asteraia. Without the other pack wolves, and loners, buzzing around the borders, Kweku felt totally at peace with roaming without a care in the world. The prey had been moved around too, and he'd done well in catching several young hares around the borders that he could have sworn tasted like Taviora rather than Asteraia. As one might have expected from Kweku, he had many distractions from matters like finding his adult children.
In fact, he'd just been savoring the aftertaste of hare when Sekhmet had made him her prey. He'd been mindlessly pacing across the field with his nose down to the earth and his tongue rolling across his muzzle as he remembered the taste of Taviora's hares. He should have saved some for the others...Oh well. Kweku was feeling good, so much so that he felt no reason to even flicker his ears back or consider his place out there in the open. Only when Sekhmet launch for him did he understand his mistake -- or, what might have been a mistake had she been a bear and not Sekhmet herself.
Being Sekhmet, Kweku was familiar with her scent and the feel of her body. In that sense, he immediately understood that it was she that had caught him, but it still did not stop him from spinning around with bared teeth and a low, rumbling growl. While she grabbed him, he swung around and reached out to nip the top of her head. Gently, of course, as it should have been. After all, he was glad to see her. He was even more glad to let her be the one in charge, and he wondered if the smell of hare on him would inspire her to put him to work... Or if she had something else in mind for the day. Then again, perhaps somebody else had plans for the both of them.