Ah the wolfess has not moved from her spot - in fact she slumbers as he fairly prances back onto the scene. So she bought his act, thinking he had turned tail and left her to her own devices. Somehow it amused Enderly that she could be so dismissive but there is little doubt that she has probably had much more time in this life than him. And with her lovely physique a few suitors. Maybe this was her way of scaring them off. Set a chore and if it was not met then forget they ever existed. Enderly craved attention but the crafty nature of Harridan - or so it seemed to him - was intriguing. A puzzle she is and a puzzle he desires to pick apart. Will she bare her soul to the one who has brought her dinner?

Apparently not.

Even though she is lured into the meal with her nose first and then her eyes it does not seem that she is suitably impressed by Enderly. Even as she takes the rabbit from him with that hungry gleam in her eyes he frowns. Three questions? He just hunted a damn rabbit for her time and she expects him to just share the meal and ask three questions! There is little on this earth that can be deduced with three questions and this enigma before him was certainly filled with things and endless memories. He does not have much memory of his past, truly, and that of his family. Perhaps this is why Enderly seeks to know so much about others. Or maybe he is just weird.

"They are gray." He says, his voice huffy as he settles before her. She didn't even look at his eyes! How indifferent this she-wolf was! How infuriating! It stung his pride. Grabbing the head portion of the rabbit Enderly snaps his jaws around it to hear the satisfying crunch of bone in his frustration, swallowing as much meat as he could pull off in a quick and jerky manner. Polishing off the rabbit is a quick manner - he does not stop to savor it. It is the only thing that keeps him from huffing and puffing and calms his spirit while he ponders and watches Harridan.

"I am Enderly. So who are you?" Question one.