He knew it was near time that Naamah give birth to his children. Or child. Or however many of the creatures she was bringing forth from her womb. There was another male in the background of her life he had yet to lay eyes upon and although he often grew jealous it only managed to sink in Naamah's barbs deeper and deeper. So much so he had brought her gifts before to please her. He had not been faithful to her this winter just as she had not been faithful to him - not out of spite but the general hormones that drove him wild. And his eye for beautiful things. Naamah, to him, was the most beautiful of all. There was simply a way about her that grabbed him and kept dragging him back (not totally against his desires either).

Their rendezvous in the woodlands had left him feeling rejuvenated. She always managed to inspire a passion and rekindle his spark when life had become lackluster. Really winter was such a boring season. Nothing really ever happened. Except that crazy wolf in Diveen. He had lurked in the place all winter - he was their ally so why not take some of the perks such a label brought him? Easy meals and cheap entertainment. From a distance he had spied the male attack his own grandchild and then of course she had to come dashing in like some hero. She was totally insane, Stella, his imprint. Maybe after she had her brats she'd chill out. His mind hated her for the connection that linked them - why her! - but his body had kept him close by all winter. Only Naamah seemed to ease the dragging feeling that tugged at him. Because he truly cared about the plague bringer. Just don't expect him to admit to something like the l word.

His lithe figure trails her scent from the woodland to the grottos while silver eyes flash in the twilight. The night is quiet as if holding its breath; the silence sends an icy blast down his back. Something is happening or has happened. Enderly breaks into a lope until he follows her trail to the entrance of the grotto and slips his ebony figure into the dark recesses.

When he finds Naamah she is sweat soaked - at least she smells that way - and two dark figures rustle against her side. He has missed the birth of his child. He has not come, however, for the child that she bears him. It is simply a piece of him. It will have to earn his affection although if it is anything like Naamah that might not be as difficult as he likes to think. The other one might even earn some too but he has a feeling her other suitor will show up soon enough to break the mood. Seems that is what the male was good at according to Enderly's biased opinion.

He steps forward now with his head lowered and nuzzles Naamah's head, a gentle touch that seems unfamiliar to him, yet it seems fitting. Here she is having pushed his own spawn to life, no doubt she is exhausted. Maybe even still in pain. Now his eyes turn to the children once more and he leans down slowly to sniff them, not wishing to startle Naamah - she might well take his maw off if she thought he was trying to harm them. After all she is a mother now. Mothers did some crazy stuff.

The squeak of their cries makes his ears prick. To be so small. So helpless. Once he had been like that. They may well grow up to be wonders of their own. "You have been pushed hard tonight, my dear. You are a strong mother. Not that I have ever doubted that," he says, turning his head towards her with a charming grin. "Are you in need of anything? I hear it is the males job to take care of the mother while she in turn cares for the children. Even so, I'd stay with you no matter the case."

Such words are spoken with a playful air but there is truth to his words. More than he will admit to. Some part of him that craves her wishes for him to curl his body around her back and let her rest against him but for now he will wait until she speaks - or until the other half of this triangle appears.