Spectrum

She smiles at the young boy as he speaks, his manners much better than what she would have expected from a dire wolf yearling. This boy continued to speak, and Naamah's smile only grew wider, until it resembled that of a crocodile. "You seeming to be everywhere, it is hard not to be running into any of them." With a roll of her shoulders, Naamah gave a shrug and smiled. He seemed to be about the age of the other female that had been with Amon the first day she met them. They also appeared close in coloration, and Naamah waved her black tail at what she can only assume she has found. "Am I correct? You are Amon's son, no?" The eyes, she could see it now. Mismatched ruby and garnet gaze searched him for more evidence, and she could not help but wonder if she was fated to meet Amon after running into so much of his family.