This younger male is simply bristling with tension and aggression. Although for the moment none of that seems to be directed at Enderly but at those around him. Interesting. His swimming silver eyes glance to the myriad group of inter-related pack members and the minute cocking of his head reveals his keen interest in the proceedings. What is it about these members that put Elijah on edge? Perhaps Enderly is asking the wrong question. What is it about Elijah that puts them on edge? Well, mainly, Enderly criticizes internally, it could be his very outright violent behavior. Definitely some demon bloodlines in there somewhere. They were some of the only creatures he had come in contact with that carried such a blatant hostility on their shoulders. With such a long held hatred between the two bloodlines it is a wonder that this boy was created more or less matured into the massive animal he is today. Oh how amusing! He sucks in everything, feeling both a part and out of the circle that seems to grow around them.

Enderly loves attention. Strives for it, and if chaos is in the mix, well it serves better to whet his appetite. Not that he'd out and out admit such especially to the family of the Angel bloodline, for above all Enderly has mastered the art of cleverness and perfected his acting skills. He hasn't truly done any real damage to any cause, he mere gets a kick (or a high, you could say), off being in the midst of such craziness.

What Elijah offers is of immeasurable value to Enderly's churning mind. Valuable information and a potential ally, though not particularly indifferent. "I wonder who you were yesterday and who you will be tomorrow," Enderly answers in his own sly, cryptic reasoning. It is almost a gambit of some sorts, his eyes suggesting what Elijah could be if he wished to align himself with Enderly, but he draws his eyes away and pinpoints each target that Elijah speaks of. Velvet lips twitch in suppressed amusement at Elijah's wording although he lets each new piece of information sink into his skull for later pondering. "Ah," Enderly murmurs in assent to Elijah at his reckoning of Guardian, a noncommittal answer.

What he finds he likes even more about Elijah is that underneath that bulky, impressive exterior, there is a wise brain. Only the prideful and foolish would degrade those who truly are of better worth, but a wise wolf would recognize the power of another; he was not blindsided by his tension with his family. This made his word even more crucial. Enderly almost felt as if a fat, juicy bone had landed right in his lap, so enraptured was he, though outwardly the other wolves would only see a smooth, half-amused look on his face.

His amused expression shifts into a canny one as he looks at Elijah who, in turn, is looking at Calliel with a blood that most assuredly was not friendliness. It would be a shame of the male decided to rip his family apart and was killed in the process, a damn shame, since Enderly had yet to learn much about the royal family. Although, secretly, Enderly might just find it a thrilling spectacle of family dissension.

The young boy, Exodus's, words affirm Enderly's idea that Elijah is not being friendly. He has no knowledge of the royal language but that can be taught later if he can convince his new found buddy to NOT kill the children, as annoying as they are with their constant questioning of "who's who?" "Do not let your temper over-rule your intelligence, my friend," Enderly cautions, his voice low and his maw leaned closer to Elijah before pulling back, clearly saying that he was through offering such arcane advice. It seemed Elijah didn't need anyone to babysit him anyways as this entire lot was clearly watching him for some mental breakdown. Good. Enderly liked to flirt with this side of insanity.

Those mercurial eyes alight, however, when he spots an older figure striding forward; she is just as captivating and beautiful as the first time he had seen her, and Enderly cannot help but stare with a hungry, fox-like look as she sweeps into her family with her generous sweetness. Normally sweet is not his style but he has always been a bit enamored with the Princess. She made a fine figure with her body all filled out, larger of course than him, with her creamy fur and melodic voice. And she smiled at him, her beaming, sun-shine smile to which his own lips twist into a undisguised smile.

She comes over to the fight, interceding and Enderly's eyes flick to Elijah to see how he will react to her inner calm, but then she is heading straight for him. Only when she nudges his muzzle, meant to be quick, Enderly sweeps his neck out so that his cheek runs up against hers before pulling back with a snarky grin, pleased by her attentions. "Too long a time," he agrees with her, his eyes trailing her before he yanks them away. Wouldn't do to get Azrael, his ally, all worked up over his daughter. For now.

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