Honestly he expected her to come trotting to him with a vicious look upon her face - it is no secret that pregnant females could be.. volatile. Normally he stayed away from soon-to-be-mothers but he was fairly certain his lover was with child, whether they were solely his, Samil's, or a mixture of both he didn't know. But he was determined to find out. Somehow the idea of his child growing within the minute figure of Naamah was pleasing to him. Indeed she was a goddess, divine and lovely - she always had been to his silver eyes. Despite his lack of faithfulness, and her's, he felt a sense of attachment to Naamah that was absent for any other creature in this land. For Banshee he felt nothing but a sense of politeness if it could even be called that. She was not a greedy, clutching creature, and their paths had crossed at a fortuitous time in their lives. Once the children were born and raised no doubt they would once more separate.

His head spins around as he catches the slightest sound of her paws against the packed earth and his eyes alight upon her swollen figure. Naamah in her svelte form was breathtaking but this feels like a triumph for she is glorious. Certainly she is a wood nymph come to steal away Enderly and though he holds himself back from her it is no real secret the affection that she somehow draws from his clever figure.

Naamah always has a way of speaking that elicits a shiver of desire down his spine. Could it be her purring voice or the connection that seems to place the two together? The scent of Samil is almost faint upon her figure and his silver eyes glow with eagerness. He planned for her to be smothered in his own scent glands by the end of this day - perhaps that pesky male would leave her be.

Does she know that the sultry look she appraises him with causes his blood to heat and his mercurial eyes to darken with want? Does she know that his fur ripples with his need to be closer to her? Of course she does. An easy smile curls his lips as he tilts his head to the side in equal observance. "Only, my dear, if you are to do the same and leave off this scent that spoils your own." There is a slight edge to his voice, demanding and reproachful of her playing with another male. Enderly stands now and takes charge, moving towards her with the movements of a snake, his body slithering side to side hypnotically; he presses his face against her shoulder and nips with a pressure enough to claim her before sliding down the rest of her body and nuzzling her bloated abdomen.

Their consummation had been glorious - it aroused him even now to remember it. If she weren't quite with child he would be sure to claim her again, his wanton goddess. Curving around her body he moves up her opposite side and places another nip at the base of her neck before reaching up to tug at her ear. "No doubt my children make you hungry, Naamah. I have brought a gift for you."

He steps away from her to snatch the egg-filled leaf with his maw before laying it before her and spreading the foliage to reveal the small eggs, a delicacy this late in winter for most birds would wait until the warmth stuck around before such egg-laying occured.