From high on his overlarge rock Enderly watches the demon wench as she trots through the woodlands. It is as if fate is with him this day - certainly they wanted to keep their clever child entertained. For Maeve stops and begins a whole series of manuevers in an attempt to get some little creature. No wonder she is hungry, he thinks. All she had was lizard in that god-forsaken pack she reeked of. If he was the marmot he would have run too just at the swampy stench that clung to her. Still she was pretty in her own right and beneath it all was the trace of Nakki. He held a fondness for her, as weird as it was, but knew to be cautious around Iromar's brash wolves. It was so tempting to sneak up on her and surprise her with her head stuck in a hole. Gosh what a pleasureable experience to see her body startled!

But to make a demon mad was not in the cards today. He didn't much feel like fighting at the moment. So when she finally gets the damned creature and trots off Enderly slips off his boulder and follows behind her. He is quite the stalker of ladies - there were numerous times he had been in this same position. It made him grin salaciously. Many a female, it seemed, liked to be stalked. Naamah for one. The beautiful, tempting enchantress. And although he hadn't stalked Banshee he had certainly wormed his way into her life; she was a pleasure not easily forgotten.

Enderly peeks in the small cavern to see her tearing into her meal. "What a delicacy that must be considering it is not lizard or alligator," he murmurs smoothly, moving to stand in front of the entrance. Enderly sits now with his tail curled around his feet and grins broadly at her, silver eyes twinkling. "Does Iromar not offer even squirrel to it's wolves?"