Enderly had been out wandering the fields in search of some sort of sustenance, be it the food kind or a companion with which to speak at leisure. Life had become rather droll of late with the exception of time spent in the company of his snake, Nakki, for her words and actions were that of a viper. Beautiful and dangerous all the same. A posion that could easily sink it's way into his body and ensnare him just as Naamah had done. A sigh passes his lips as he trails through the tall grasses, morose silver eyes gazing at nothing in particular - but what was there to look at here? Grass and more grass. He had not been back to the grotto since her departure. She had taken Sanguine with her and although he had told Elijah kids were more trouble than they were worth there was a slight sting there in his chest. He hadn't really had the chance to get to know the girl even though she was adamant about him NOT being her father. In a way Naamah's disappearance was as much a relief as it was wrenching. Without her nearby with Samil.. he was not so tempted to violent action. Not so inclined towards a deep, welling bitterness.

Without her he was free.

Yet freedom came with loneliness. Enderly is a clever creature prone to the dangerous. His eyes have always fallen upon those with beauty, to be followed with suave words and smooth smiles. Ambrosia was a true beauty if he had ever seen one. Even when she was younger he had found her enchanting, a charming Princess that held no sense of over-the-top pride. She was very much not as vain as her father, though Enderly hadn't found Azrael all that bad to be sure. He was himself a stylist. His silky black fur was always kept smooth and shining and he avoided stepping into muddy puddles at all costs.

In his last encounter in Diveen he had seen her return and he had also semi met Guardian. If he was remembering correctly he didn't think the boy was very thrilled with his choice in companions nor had Elijah much cared for him. Yet it is that same drawling voice that catches his attention as it whispers through the rustling of the tall grasses and his ebony ears perk to attention, his eyes sharpening into focus as he searches for the group.

Enderly is rather short so he strains his head up above the grasses to spy Guardian, Ambrosia, and some other female with the markings of an angel. Two girls and one boy - well, that certainly was NOT good with the fates. No, there must always be an equal abundance and well, Guardian was Ambrosia's brother. She needed a friend there too, he thinks with a snarky smile hidden behind the grasses. It is wiped away now as he trots towards them with his tail held high making sure to rustle enough noise so they were not alarmed by his sudden appearance.

When he finally approaches them it is with the easy, sly smile that always adorns his maw and his silver eyes flash over the black male to the two females. He moves to the other side of Ambrosia but keeps a good foot or two between them - no need to work up her brother into some protective frenzy. She was a beautiful lass for certain but there were two beautiful lasses here at the moment. Plus it wouldn't do to make her loath his attentions with overt displays of affection.

"Afternoon Ambrosia, Guardian." He speaks, his voice as silky as his fur and his eyes bounce between the male and female. Ambrosia would likely welcome his presence for her soul was pure and kind and he rather suspected her brother might be annoyed at his presence. Now his eyes shift to Gazardiel and he smiles once more. "Hello," he says, pausing as he takes in her coloring once more. "Family of yours, Ambrosia?" He hadn't been paying attention before to know that this wolfess was not speaking in English nor did he know any Latina.