This creature is mesmerizing. She seemed so delicate before, a feat uncommon considering many females were at least as tall if not taller than Enderly, and yet filled with a dark passion. But she knows how to use her wiles to craft a strength to ensnare those around her. Enderly is ensnared, captive to the luster of her black eyes and flirty manner. Many of the females he has met thus far have been rather prudish in their behavior. They were all so boring, stuck in their minds searching for a new way to play the game of the packs. It was all rather boring. Life contained within a pack did not entice him for the most part. The only reason he might consider one is to create his own mischievous deeds.

What could he give this witch of the forest? She seemed as if she already possessed the wild around her - perhaps Naamah was a forest sprite come to enslave him to her every whim. It wouldn't be too easy, really, but for a time he would be content. Enderly grins at her display and sweetened words. Perhaps a kiss? He had no idea what she wanted. He didn't even know her name!

As his mind whirrs in thought Naamah reaches up to touch his maw. Enderly freezes beneath her touch, silver eyes flicking down to stare at her. Always it seems that he is the one to enact such foreplay but here she is throwing him off his own thoughts as he has done to others with a simple touch. She is there and then she is gone, bounding away and calling back to him with laughter tinkling into the trees surrounding them. Enderly is off behind her, loping with a determined grin upon his maw. Make her wait? No.

He weaves in and out of the paths of trees and uses his streamlined body to move next to her, reaching out so that his maw brushes against her hip as she runs. It is a delicious game, he thinks, and she would be a most delicious prize. "You better run faster, nymph, or perhaps you'd like a tumble with me?" His voice is playful as well, daring her to pounce at him just as he plans to pounce upon her.