A very long time has passed since Naamah has been inclined to offer up any sort of informal romping with another - male or female. Though perhaps she had indulged in the typical chase and tumble with Enderly, she had yet to fall victim to a bout of full-out play with another so eager to do just the same. And so it is with a bit of wariness and excitement still that she initiates such things with this strange female of multiple complexions. Abyssal eyes are drawn to her as she escapes the river's clutches and rids herself of the water that clings to her fur, causing her fiery locks to become rather disheveled in the process.

The female is interesting enough to look upon but when she responds to the wicked angel's attempts at romping about, she finds herself further intrigued. Naamah's own energy heightened as the other launched forward in a faux charge, flinging dirt and leaves every which way from behind her in a chaotic mess before she lifted into the air and threw her paws upward, a sharp bark resounding between the two of them. The lengthy tassel at the stygian femme's rear swayed readily, her own paws slapping down upon the ground as the other retreated and fell into a play bow.

If the bitch of flame and soot wished to taunt then the plague mother would indulge. With that, she sprinted forward from the river bank as water flew from her coat with each stride, she aimed for the other's left shoulder but faked her out and turned quickly to rush back at some distance away. Her own entirely too petite figure allowed her to be nimble and swift on her paws and thus this game should be rather fun.

But she did not remain stagnant in her position for long and she was quickly loping further down the side of the river, glancing back to see if the female would take her bait and pursue.