For a male Enderly is rather small and almost slender compared to the bulkiness of some of the wolves, such as Azrael, the male who had helped him fight off Nakki. Still, this female is even smaller than him. She is sleek with her soft black fur and when she shimmy's her shoulders Enderly cannot help but to be impressed by her allure. Naamah is a beautiful wolf. Everything about her screams darkness from her swarthy eyes to her shadowed body. Enderly loves the darkness. But where some wolves seemed to relish things associated with darkness such as slaughter and vileness, Enderly walks the line between everything in a gray inbetween. He is neither loyal to none nor feels any sort of hatred towards another. He does not strive for death nor life. Enderly lives for secrets and chaos and whatever suits him at the time, be it the truth or lies. Sometimes the two are not so easy to differentiate.

Naamah's coy smile is reminiscent of Enderly's own suave smirk. It would seem that before him lies a female version of himself and damned if he wasn't inexorably drawn to her because of it. If there is one thing that Enderly can be called it is vain. It shows not only in his meticulous words but the way his fur lies smooth and silky, each strand carefully cleaned and groomed to perfection. He may not be bulky or extremely muscular but he was a fine specimen. Or so it would appear to his eyes.

The gray that whiskers his muzzle twitches back at her remarks, his silver eyes filled with a vibrant amusement. Maybe he should be worried about the mock threat that her words belie. That isn't Enderly's way though. If he worried over everything he did to cause upset - which was quite a bit sometimes - then he would be cowering in a hole somewhere. Besides, something about her sly ways almost makes him think she is almost as excited as him to speak to another.

She complimented him. If he could preen right in front of her then Enderly would do so. His silver eyes darken as his attraction to the she-wolf grows. For being so clever sometimes it is the simple things that can get Enderly going. "Only the wanderers of the woods," he answers smoothly. A reward? With a slow grin he pushes his sleek body to a stand and pads around the female, eying her with long gazes and a pensive expression before pausing once more in front of her. "What could one as lovely as yourself wish for, my dear?"