What an incredibly boring night. Enderly lays sprawled out on fields of lush grasses while pondering his life. It has become surprisingly complicated surprisingly fast. But, naturally, Enderly was up to any task. With two opposing forces pulling at him and the slender male stuck between, he thrived. He did not struggle, did not protest, he blossomed. Because that is what Enderly strives for - discordance, should it suit his needs, or even harmony if he so wants. His mind is elusive and ever-changing. He is not set on world domination for ruling a bunch of wolves beneath him does not seem appealing. Not at the moment, anyways, but as we've said, his mind can change within an instant.

He thinks about his first day in Moladion in the late winter and how Nakki had attacked him out of sheer craziness. It was that same crazed feeling that drew him too her like a moth to a flame, intrigued the sly beast until it ate at him. In one day he had met and Iromar wolf and a Diveen angel. And he had spoken words to both packs, albeit kept that little secret to himself lest he find some angry wolf bent on trying to accuse him of some sort of mischief. As of the moment he had not caused any.

A cry, loud and assuredly male rents the night air. Silken fur gleams beneath moonlight as the lithe male stands, the silver around his muzzle and within his eyes making him seem almost magical - almost ghostlike. Perhaps they could write poems and refer to him as the moonstone. That would be wonderful. Enderly would adore such words, poetic and lovely.

For a moment there is silence and then another howl and the tenor sounds familiar - Nakki? The mere idea of seeing the bewitching female males his lips peel back into a satisfied grin. Enderly launches himself through the rushes. He is small for a male but well honed and besides, it is not the physical size that counts in some matters. Nearing the area of the howls, Enderly slows to a silent walk, peering through the darkness to spy Nakki and Candyman. He pauses, waiting, while Ambrosia enters the picture. Ah what a lovely girl. He gazes upon her for a few moments, soaking in her radiance and beauty - she is truly and angel. Such different females, Nakki and Ambrosia.

Now Enderly pads closer, his body appearing before them with a sly grin on his face. He moves so that his fur tangles with Nakki's, dipping his nose to sniff at the piglet between her paws as if they were lovers. "Mmm, dinner," he murmurs before pulling back in case she snaps at him. Then he pads over to Ambrosia, still with his smile, and dips his head before her. "Well met again, Ambrosia, beauty of Diveen." Flattery - oh he loves his flattery. He casts a glance at Nakki, mischevious and glinting, before gazing upon the male who called them all together. Candyman, he had said. "Greetings Candyman. You are fortunate, tonight, for Nakki seems to be in a kind spirit. Alas, perhaps I am much tastier than him?" The last words are directed at Nakki, a joke about her initial bloodlust for Enderly. Now, back to the male. "I am Enderly."