The grotto had once again become her sanctuary. While Enderly was off doing whatever it is that mates do she was here preying on any lonely stranger that may happen to come visit. Like a spider lying in wait.

This evening was rather uneventful so far it seems – no children to come test the darkness of the caverns, no passerby seeking shelter, no familiar face that also calls this labyrinth their home. It was enough to drive her mad… as if she wasn’t already. But fate has a way of placing things right where you need them and although she could not so easily make a meal of the large, chocolate brute that now approached, she would certainly find something to do with him.

His words are brazen, a tell-tale sign that he is young, confident and perhaps a bit too foolish. A coy smile finds itself upon her lips as she begins to play her part. ”Pretty? Darling, I’m stunning.” she chuckles as she tosses her head, fluffing the lush fur around her neck and chest as she does so. She then approaches boldly at an easy jog, circling about him as a shark would assess its next victim. ”Mmm… now tell me. What has brought you to my lair?” her voice lingers sweetly in the air like no other could. Naamah is deceitfully cunning and knows when and how to use her words until it comes to actions.

Abysmal eyes look him over as she turns back toward his face, assured of what potential he may have hidden beneath the lazy façade he wears. She will be patient and she will test him just to be sure but her body is yearning for attention; attention that Enderly will not give her now that he is with another. And so she will find it elsewhere with other someones and nobodies alike. Let him stay in his happy little faithful world while she has all the fun that they used to share together.