truth is beautiful without doubt; but so are lies (ralph waldo emerson)
The way she moves with such confidence and grace is enough to keep his eyes on her in a wariness; clearly this is a female who knows her own beauty. One who knows what goes on around her and has no fear because she trusts in her own instincts. Then agian he had heard the rumors of the wolves who lived in Asteraia. Flesh eaters - of the wolf sort, of course. He wonders, just like he wondered when Nakki was around, if maybe there is something wrong in their heads. Did the flesh of wolves poison the mind? So as she moves he trots along in the shadows with a careful eye on her, observing and storing away. It was a shame she was so beautiful and to be wasted in that ugly plains pack. He had been a 'prisoner' there for a bit and found it quite boring. Of course all the goody wolves had been there then, praising chivalry and the good of all. Not that Enderly was evil, he finds the idea of cannibals rather disgusting, but he did not quite like those of incredible light either. He was the shadow that treaded both worlds, listening and learning and cloaking.
Finally her head turns in his direction and he meets her brilliant green eyes with the mercurial silver ones, his lips pulling back into a suave smile, his eyes twinkling in his own knowledge and the power of it.
"I wonder what it takes to sate your hunger then, although I am not inclined to be the one to find out first hand," he answers with an amused smile and wink at her, warning her that he knew what she was likely capable of. He is a small wolf in his own regards and one to avoid such a fight. Flight was the best option in life and he lived by the motto never stick around for the trouble.
When she slows in an invitation Enderly shakes his head slightly for her to let her know that he wasn't about to get that close to her. After all he wanted to keep his fur groomed good and remain intact. Yet he can see the moment his words penetrate and she comes to some sort of conclusion in her brain for there is rage on her face and his own eyes burn with satisfaction. Secrets.. they were deadly things. Enderly has his own game of secrets and he loves to be the pupeteer, the one who stirs up the chaos behind the curtains.
"Ah, I see," he rumbles in assent with her words, ears flipping back in his obvious underlying agreement that the soul was something incredibly disturbing.
"I once had a soul. Well, twice actually. Must not be that much of a match for they are both faded. Stella was one, you know, and I have not met quite a crazy wench as that female. Not nearly as lovely as yourself," he offers, for it is always easy to manage a little chaos by both easing and pushing on wounds.
"If I had a mate such as yourself I would not deign to give in to the urges of my soul. I wonder if this female spins some sort of sorcery over him? To leave his children behind as well to worry over her instead of out to fetch them a meal, well, that is abhorrent," he intones, although he does not hint at his own relationship with Eris because it wouldn't do to piss Seline off and have her going after his mate. No, he carefully plays his game and even if Seline knows maybe her emotions will get the better of her. Maybe.