The scent of Samil had clung tight to the grotto caverns in which Naamah had sought refuge during the birth and subsequent raising of the children. Not to mention his scent now clung to her figure that belied their mating ceremony and left Enderly staring from the shadows in furious resentment. After all he had done she had turned once more to the other male. It was such a feeling to have something one desires above all in the palm of their hand and then have it snatched away from them. Maybe that is the real reason that he resents this so much. It has been said that no being able to have something makes the desire for it grow. If he had Naamah would he have been content? Was it in his soul to be content? Well, not really considering his other half of his soul, Stella, never seemed content. She was just an angry woman. A very disturbed angry woman.

So Enderly waited in the shade of a tall tree with his side pressed into the rough bark to steel himself. He waits until he sees Naamah finally leave the confines of the grotto away from Samil and the children and he traipses after her in silence, his mind racing. When he feels she is far enough away from all of them Enderly lopes forward, ears pinned back, and rushes his body around and in front of her to cut her off. He stands with his tail erect and hackles raised while he stares at Naamah's black pits.

"Had enough of your mate for the day?" The words are hissed. No doubt she would not take such threats laying down. It is not Naamah's way though he suspects she knows he wouldn't harm her. He had been stewing for a while but hadn't had a chance to speak with her alone. His claws dig into the soft soil now as he leans closer to her face. "Do you tell our daughter that Samil is her father?"

He demands to know the answer, pulling back now - Naamah would take a bite out of him if he got too close and in the vile mood her was in it might spark something in him. So now he paces away from her, growling low in his throat and casting a glare back at her, waiting.