Enderly hadn't intended to feel such a connection with Naamah, but then again, who exactly expected to become attached to another? Imprints, maybe, but that was not Enderly's case either. He rather detested the female called Stella. It only took one actual encounter with the deranged beast and he had his fill. Let her mate take care of that sort of bedlam, he had other things to pursue despite the nagging pull within his chest. If he admitted it then yes he might have spied on her after the birth of her pups but only because the bond between them demanded his attention with an urgency his selfish mind could not even ignore. It was a hindrance, this imprint thing. It had been amusing to watch from a distance and his idea might have been different if he had imprinted on Naamah and she had felt the bond - but no. Fate was not on his side. Nor, did it seem, was the one female he actually craved.

But! All things could be changed. His mind whirred with possibilities. Endless, cunning ways to seek her own shame, to make her feel the betrayal from him; clearly this wasn't some true love. True love would not seek to harm the one they loved, to make them cry for a sense of vengeance. Not that Naamah would shed a tear, he thinks. She'd probably be spitting mad if he came back to her hollow with the scent of another female clinging to his silken hairs. That was the purpose of this escapade after all.

Orca seemed to offer the perfect chance. It helped immensely that she was gorgeous in her own right; exotic. Enderly couldn't help but be enchanted by the exotic. Despite his cruel intentions this evening, Enderly always did love to spend time in the company of a stranger - usually a female - as it helped hone his senses. Lately they had been dulled with his shadowy overseeing of his children. It would be time soon to step in and make his presence known. Sanguine was his. Underidge was his. Sarabi was his. They were his children, not the other males that clung to the mother's, and he wouldn't give up his own brood so easily.

This female is quick witted. There is no hint of shyness within her curling smile and Enderly's own answering one is bright and his eyes glitter with promise. It seems his day has been saved and his mood shall be on the upswing. He steps closer to the creek so that the tips of his paws sink into the softened ground and wet at the tips. "That can be easily remedied," he murmurs slyly, twinkling eyes hinting danger. If she was not a stranger then he would chase her, he would capture her, but what kind of impression would that make? It reminded him too much of his first encounter with Naamah anyways. He was trying to shake the black goddess from his mind.

"Sometimes it is not the things we catch that are fine, but the chase itself, don't you agree?" Now he launches himself into the creek, the water splashing around him and sparkling atop his clean figure. A fish darts past, startled at his intrusion, and with a quick snap of his head he pads to her side of the creek with a fat fish between his maw. He pauses near Orca and drops the fish to the ground to flop before shaking his fur out, casually glancing over to see how she would take such an action knowing full well he would get her wet. Was she the prissy type? Well, Enderly was, but for now he was in fine company.

Languidly one paw reaches out to hold the fish still, his claws pressing down into its scale, but his eyes do not leave the beguiling vixen. "I am Enderly. Who have I had the pleasure to catch?"