The grotto was a place of great trial for him. No matter how much he tried to push back thoughts of Naamah they always crept in somehow. As winter drew closer and his hormones began to surge memories of their time spent in passion began to drive him insane. Enderly had never been one to attach himself firmly to those around him yet Naamah had lured him in with her coy ways and otherworldly beauty. She had walked him to the edge of the precipice and let him fall then had yanked the bottom out from under him. Now he was filled with a constant battle. Ceal, sweet and lovely as she was, seemed to tame some of it yet even in her presence all he wanted was to push her down to the ground, one paw atop her and show her who was the master.

Yet here he was standing at the edge of the entrance in which his daughter had been birthed. The entrance that had been the home of Naamah for a time before she and Sanguine had up and disappeared. It was a good thing, he thought, that she had left. Seeing her with Samil over and over would have pushed him to the brink of insanity for look at what he was now with her not here.

With a sigh, deep and grueling, he turns slowly away from the entrance. Nothing there but painful memories. His teeth grind together, ears pressed flat, and he plans to head towards Spirane to seek out the company of Ceal. Yet a small figure captures his eyes. Black and brown and white. She is lucky that she does not sport red on her for in this moment his mind is turned towards Samil, a vicious thought, and if she had resembled him then Enderly might have taken hold of her neck and snapped it in two.

She was alone, small, helpless. And Enderly was curious. This seemed a sign from the fate above - a gift to appease him. He steps forward, a distance from her with an easy smile on his maw, this moment drawing him out of his intense fury. "What is a little one like you doing all alone out here, child? I bet your parents are worried."