He walked over towards the den, but he did not enter immediately. Andras was still irritated about the war, feeling the burning pain of his ripped muzzle. Yes, he was not in the mood to play, and he wished his daughter understood the seriousness of the situation. Andras used to bring screams of terror from puppies, bringing fear to them and drinking their delicious tears. And now? Now he had his own daughter, and his desire to be involved in her life was strange. He wishes her to be a strong, smart demon. He was not exactly pleased that she was born...defective. He tried his best to ignore it, but knowing she had a weakness bothered him in the end.

Lillith was better with Elesor than he was. It must be that motherly instinct that Andras clearly lacked. Andras huffed slightly as he lowered his haunches next to the den. He is looking away in this moment, before he turns to lick the wounds on his hip. He groomed until it was well and clean, his sunset eyes rising upwards to catch Elesor at the edge of the swamp. He paused in the middle of lifting his head, staring and watching from quite a distance. He was still as he considered what she could be doing.

She was lingering too close to the water. His eyes dashed towards Lillith before he saw a sudden movement in the corner of his eye. Elesor had jumped in. His ear prick forward and his hackles raise in irritation. Gators linger in the water, and they kill. Baphomet even fell to the gators, and even though Andras had killed many gators, Elesor is much too young. As he focused in, he saw that she was attacking a gator. Immediately a growl formed in his throat. Part of him thought her completely foolish, and felt she deserved a death if the gator clamped its jaw on her. The weak and stupid were not worthy of life, and he would be disappointed if his own daughter did not meet the standards of a demon. Yet, he did not want his creation made out of the prefect bond to be harmed.

Andras then pulled his massive form upwards. He dashed towards his daughter, snarling viciously while his powerful muscles pull with all of his might. He was not exactly in the mood to be dealing with this at the moment. Lillith was more injured than he, at least in a more crucial way in terms of movement. He arrived as Elesor leaves the water, with the gator grabbing onto her tail.

His jaws part, painful from his injury as he sought to clamp onto the Gator's limb. He catches a hold, and then begins to viciously crunch and shake his muscular head. He disdained his daughter's yelp, but seeing her get free causes him to let go, knowing that the gator was bleeding and injured, it was likely it wasn't going to follow any further. He snarls as he watches the gator back into the water, before turning his attention towards his daughter.

He was not happy, this much was certain. His massive black paws carried his foreboding form over to Elesor, smelling the blood from her tail. Andras growls with a deep rumble, tail slashing with irritation with his auburn hackles raised. He proceeds to aim and grasp Elesor by the ruff, and pinning her to the ground as a punishment. He would be firm, very firm, but would not be hurting her. He would then let go, glaring at his daughter and snapping in her direction before he snorts and turns from her. She should know he was not pleased, no words needed to show it. His eyes would seek Lillith before he hastily walked away again. He had to control himself, his anger running high from the war. Elesor was hanging on by a thin thread...