Pregnancy does not hinder Naamah's doings in the slightest. Ever the opportunist, she finds that the call to gather around her home to be something she may want to be included in, and so with a lightly rotund belly she saunters forth.

She had reclaimed the reclusive den that she had once birthed her first litter in those years ago and the sounds of those being so obnoxiously loud at the entrance was nearly unbearable. Hormones roiled within her yet she kept her cool as she emerged from the darkness as if she had been crafted from it - and with one look at her one would truly believe it. Charred eyes befall the scene that now plays before her; two males and a seemingly irked female of beauty that is rarely seen. She appears to be guarded over by another male whom is just as dark as Naamah herself, only his eyes shimmer the slightest red as the sun hits them from the side.

Others come and watch in silence yet she is not one to be so quiet. Predatory eyes lock onto the one who is apparently angry at his friend for some reason or another, saliva rolling from his jaws quite brutishly if she must say so. It was... attractive. He was not normally of a palette that she preferred - his earthen tones not as dark - but his demeanor was the force that was tugging at her sinfully dark heart. Babies or no babies, this mama could still do her thing.

She watches him in silence for a moment before turning about him, almost as if she were beginning a ritual dance, her tail flicks and if he were to be able to tell, a mischievous look glimmers in her abysmal eyes. "Now darling, why are you so tense?" she coos in that sickly sweet tone typical of her ways.