It will take much time before Enderly can come to trust in another. Eris offered little in the way of trust for him with her wily ways, but then were his own not the same? Was not the slick-backed creature he had grown into one that cherished such silver lined words and hidden overtures? If not for the blow he had been dealt he might have found even more joy in the presence of this temptress. As it is there is a burning need in him that this play barely touches. Time changes all things, they say, but he is more prone to belive that women change all things. Everything hinges on the will of a woman - love, lust, life. He feels cheated that in life, in a life he had thought would always be solitary, he had found one in which he had desired to claim. Desired above all others. And that she had, for a time, given him such a fierce pride. Then she had snatched it away with that evil, forked tongue of hers.

Still, he is caught in a tempest of emotions. One minute furious at her words and the next delighted. But would she stay? Could he count on her slippery figure? Nakki had come and went. Naamah had come and went. Where would Eris be in the next few weeks? Out tempting other males with her lovely figure? Driving them mad with need and lust? The idea sparks a sudden blood rage in him and Enderly's teeth snap at the bottom of the rock as if there is a mouse there. Oh he wishes - he would crush its brains into a pulp. In only a brief few minutes he found that he did not want Eris to be touched by another. No, in time, she would come to know his touch.

Her words lure him in. I think you stand a better chance than most, she had said. Did he? Did he really in the grand scheme of things? She is a challenge. He glances back at her, silver eyes burning. He could focus all his attentions on Ceal and likely come out the victor there for he was possessive of his soul. Her innocence was fragile, a thing he believes malleable. But would that be enough for someone like him? Could Eris find any lesser wolf tempting, one who does not match her wits, one who does not know the game of conning?

His lips curl back into a slight snarl at her words. Comparing him to other males! As if! Yet he knows what game she plays. It is the exact game he would play. So the snarl makes way for a sly grin as he watches her perch herself once more as Queen of the Forest. Temper tantrum is what he was doing but it didn't bother him for he has slipped once more back into his old self, the tempest inside of him dying down. Enderly pauses before sitting down, staring up at her with that sly grin still. "Indeed I do, goddess. Tell me of yourself. Why come down here with us mortals and from whence did you come?"