Now her daughter was more independent from her, Sekhmet had taken to hunting again. Plenty of people were in need of punishing, and the lure of a hunt wasn't one easy to ignore during hot summers.
She was also assured nothing would happen to her daughter if left in the care of Shesmu. Despite his fussing he was trying, and to her he was a great father to their child.
She had caught the last of his comment as she walked into the door, nails still covered in blood and her own blood singing at the right she had just accomplished. "Too much of her father in her, perhaps?" Smiling she walked to the two, giving a sigh at the child's dirty hands.
She was still too young to understand appropriate actions and violence, but perhaps just old enough to have companions. Lion's cub that her daughter was would need friends. She would always be royalty and have the blood of gods in her but she would need to learn how to temper herself.
She tapped the childs nose with her finger before setting a kiss on Shesmu's cheeck. "Plants again?"