Well he was now a father to both Naamah's pups (or pup?) and Banshee's as well. It would take some getting used to in his raising of children. It wasn't like Enderly had a sense of love for them although he had to admit there was something... intoxicating about the helpless creatures that they were. It all really depended on how clever they were as they grew up. Not to mention how they acted. Enderly was a selfish animal himself but he expected his children to be wily, to be independent, to be strong. The only time his own air of selfishness seemed to disappear was when he was searching for ways to enrapture Naamah, but so far she had eluded his grasp. Honestly it was frustrating. Why did she continue to go back to the other male, Samil, anyways? Everytime she seemed so close to becoming his... things were torn once mroe.

In his own fit of rage he left the grotto - first having made sure she and teh children were alright - and headed to the woodlands. The tranquility here, however, didn't seem to reach the turmoil within him. Never before had he felt such strong feelings and it left a sour taste in his mouth. Enderly was not one to profess sweet and utter devotion yet somehow when under her spell he seemed to want to say whatever to please her. What the hell was wrong with him? And she, the plague bringer, threw it back in his face as she lounged against Samil as if the males should be okay with splitting her attention. He was willing to bet Samil wasn't okay with the situation either.

Was it worth it? That was the question. How would she feel if he went and tore his attentions from her to another? The idea settled in his mind and festered; he didn't have to have affections - although he just might, who knew. Besides it had been a while since he had interacted with a beautiful female. The last female he had met with besides Naamah was his imprint, Stella, and that had went from bad to downright horrific in a matter of minutes. Just the thought of the bitch made his lips peel back yet the twinge inside of him alerted him to the fact that his soul wanted to stay intact and it longed to be near its other half. Screw that. Fate was crazy.

The lean figure of Enderly ambles aimlessly through the woodlands with the sunshine gleaming across his silky raven figure; silver hairs adorn his muzzle and fleck throughout his tail to match the silver of his eyes. The splash of a paw striking water draws his attention and he realizes he has wandered close to a creek. And there across the way is a beautiful female. The perfect timing of it sits well with him and his handsome muzzle breaks out into a triumphant grin; maybe fate wasn't so bad after all.

He moves towards the creek side opposite of her, staring at the black and white female. Her markings are lovely; she is lovely! Taller than him but most were - they looked past it once he spoke to them. "What a fine catch you have there and what a fine catch I have made myself," he flirts, his eyes twinkling; let us see how the gypsy female takes his suave attitude.