It is surprising, truly, to see Underidge preoccupied. I know of his children, kept away but unable to be hidden entirely, and yet I find myself most curious about him rather than they. I had met their mother - Sarabi, she was - and she, too, remains a mystery. But Underidge is the focus of my attentions this day. I wonder how he has found himself as the children have grown - I can still remember the agitation my sons had put me through in their youth and even now, Enoch seeks to do so too with his inquiries and persistence. There is no inch of my life that goes unquestioned despite my annoyance, a childish phase that I seek for him to outgrow sooner rather than later. Nari, however, enjoys them and so, I must do so too. I wonder if Underidge feels much the same way.
Besides, such thoughts are more tepid than the others I have had. It is...pleasant, at times, to feel only the tickle of agitation as opposed to the inferno of rage I feel each time I see the bulge in my daughter's side. It is that reason and my own curiosity that have made me reach out towards the strange male once again, brushing my scent closer and closer to his den each day so that he might grow curious back; it is about time, after all, that we meet beneath the shadows again. I imagine he has grown hungry for we have been quiet of late. Soon though, the silence will be broken.
With his voice comes a flicker to my ear, my eyes passing towards him in an instant as I rest atop a stonebed. I watch as he slides into view, his serpentine movements intriguing as I feel my lip turn up in amusement.