Enderly is not pleased. He shuffles around near the river's edge on the outskirts of Iromar with his raven ears pinned back and his tail swishing side to side in thought. After chasing down Nakki into Iromar following her very rude attack of him Enderly had hoped to chase her around some. She was a fetching wolf. Not to mention he was so intrigued by her crazed attitude upon their initial meeting that he had to see if the Demons, as Azrael said they called themselves, were all insane. Thus far the conclusion was hell yes. Yet he was drawn to the black female and the source of his problems lay there. She had tried to pawn his offered help off to Faline. If there was one thing that Enderly could certainly say about himself is that he was selfish. He hadn't asked for help. He didn't want help. And now he wasn't sure he even wanted to help.

It is unusual for him to be so put off by such things yet his pride, small as it is, feels the sting. It shouldn't matter though - Isola had accepted him as an ally of Diveen and he would begin training with their warriors. His shiny black form was rather small for a male, standing at only 30 inches, but he was a healthy weight. He kept himself immaculately preened with fur shining and laying in perfect order.

Suddenly he stops his pacing and throws up his head. Sunshine glints upon his muzzle, the black hairs flecked with gray hairs across his face that match the quicksilver of his eyes. It does not matter. In time, perhaps, she would come looking for him begging for his attention. He shouldn't be so out of sorts over the bad ending but damn if it didn't irk him.

Enderly stretches, throwing his haunches into the air and shaking away the agitation that has consumed him throughout the morning. What he needed was a distraction. And the fates were with him this fine day because as he sniffed the air around him Enderly caught the scent of Harridan. A slow, lazy grin emerges across his maw. It was time to meet some more of Moladion's strange population.

He ambles away from the riverside and towards the scent; there! The grayish figure of a female appears underneath the coniferous trees. She is not much larger than him, a fact that is pleasing considering all the females he has met thus far stand much taller than he does. His height does not bother him because his attitude seems to draw them in anyways but this is a change. "How beautiful a sight I see," he rumbles, his smooth voice angled at the air even though he speaks directly about her. "Why it must be my lucky day!"