If Enderly had known that his day was about to get such an interesting turn then he might have prepared some epic speech while gazing into his reflection in the ice-cold river. As it was he was simply curled up in a one of the small grooves made by the grotto. His nap was light as his position was partly visible if any trespassers decided to venture this way. Couldn't have some crazy wolf sneaking up and ruffling his wonderfully placed fur now could he? This mating season had been glorious. Truly he had been surprised by the smooth chemistry between him and Banshee for she was much more reserved than Naamah and he had quite enjoyed their 'one-on-one' time. She had even seemed to enjoy it although he suspected she regretted it later. He would visit her again soon, he had thought, only he was too tired to for the moment.

And Naamah. She was his wild sex-crazed wolf. All sensuality and games. He enjoyed being with her immensely for she was passionate. Perhaps he had even developed some sense of attachment for her. Who knew? It is as he dozes that the wind shifts, wheezing around the confines of his makeshift barrier and bringing with it the carried feminine sounding words. An ear twitches reluctantly and his eyelids jerk. But that voice manages to weasel itself into his head until only one name resounds within his skull: Naamah.

Eagerly he awakens, jerking his head up first and then the rest of his body. A half-formed grin spreads across his mouth, salacious as his thoughts turn south. Another visit with her would be sublime. Something intimate. Yes, that sounded wonderful! With hormones raging he steps out from his area and his sleek body freezes as silver eyes catch sight of not only Naamah but Banshee. Now his brain, puzzled, puts together her words from before. Uh oh. He can see in the eyes of Naamah as she comes to realization of whose scent clings to Banshee, one she shared, and yet his own nose has now caught more scents clutched to both of them. His ears fall back and his lips twitch up in a snarl, furious almost that they had let another soil them - was not their time enough? Was not his pleasure enough?

Calm. He must remain calm. So his lips fall back and his ears stand and he walks towards them cooly so that the will notice his presence. Enderly offers a sly smile at both of them - this could prove to be amusing, really, once he got past the scent of the males clinging to them. I was first his mind whispers. That will be enough for now to assuage his pride. "Ah hello my dears. What a LOVELY surprise to see both of you here. Banshee you look as beautiful as ever, and you Naamah are always enchanting. Although you both smell. Might I suggest a bath to wash away the stench of sex?" Eyes narrow at both of them, almost derogatory. Banshee, he thinks, might actually be remorseful of such actions but by the suspicion brewing in Naamah's eyes he doubted she would be pleased at all. He had been clever enough in bathing between their times together - wasn't that respectful?