This female is intoxicating in a way others have not been thus far for she does not frown at his presence nor does she falter in some weary sense of caution. Naamah is as wild and untamed as the forest that blurs around him. There need be few words between them for the connection with her - for him anyways - is instant. It burns through his figure with a fervency that he has yet known from such encounters. Of course if it wasn't for the attraction to this creature he might have let her run off without much chase since because it was a lot of effort for attention but she knew just how to keep him interested with sly looks that demanded extreme action.

Extreme action he could definitely give! Enderly gathers his body in a final burst as he leaps atop her. Naamah expects such action, of course, and is obliging for she falls before he has even touched her with a wide grin and flashing canines. As fun as this is Enderly doesn't attempt to lessen his impact against her - why that would take out all the danger from this rough-housing! They tumble and roll and the world spins around him with the ground scraping rudely against his figure until finally they lay with him draped across her slender physique. She is mighty fine and sweet beneath him, he thinks. Perhaps it is the upcoming season talking in his brain and the raging hormones caused by such changes.

Before he can open his suave mouth Namaah is nipping at his lip. He feels her teeth scrape against the tender inner flesh and his silky ears fall to half mast. Even as her maw pulls away his dips forward to brush against her throat; Enderly inhales deeply before sighing against the apex of her body and running his nose up her chin so his hooded eyes can peer down at her. "You smell heavenly my dear," he rumbles, relaxed atop their tangled limbs. "Have I at least earned a reward from you? A name, perhaps, to match such an exquisite wolf?"