The time has neared. Andras knew she was going to give birth soon. The insane cold of winter was breaking, the land becoming warmer with each coming day. Their union again this winter was fruitful, and her belly had grown much larger than last time. Andras was pleased. Their children were perfection, demons that are above all other demons though he dare not say it. They were to be born from a bond unlike any other. Hopefully, with no glaring defects like his first daughter.

Andras knew to give his imprint space once she entered the den this time around. He also knew to be less...rash at others approaching the den that Lillith knew. He told himself he would not allow what happened last winter happen this time, like when he attack Eclipse. It was a hard thing for him to control, but easier when he knew that is what Lillith wanted. Easier, but not always controllable still.

The male of blood and black stretched quite a distance from the den. His sunset eyes were fixated on the place where his imprint resided. He hadn't slept recently, anxious for the arrival of their children and wishing to attend to her every need. During the birth, he finds himself slowly drifting off. His eyes close, and yet his head still remains hovering above his paws. His large head would twitch as it fell down, waking him once again. He did this many times, unaware of the what may be lingering around him. Eventually, sleep took him completely.

He was still alert, just not to all the subtle and soft noises. His ears flicker at the sound of something sweet, the voice of his own soul lulling him awake once more. His eyes shot open, and he knew his Lillith was calling him. The burly male stood quickly, stretching out his thick muscles that linger under his black coat. It was then his eyes caught sight of the white wolf, Paldor, closing in on the den. He stood with his eyes aflame on the male, a hot rage burning larger as he sees him approach. Was Andras never to be the first to see his own children? Was it always going to be some other filth that lays their eyes upon them before he does? It was illogical, but Andras did not run on logic. He ran high on emotions that seemed to make his limbs move forward. He was mad, livid and once again, out of control.

The male found a foreboding snarl ripple onto his ripped muzzle as his pace quickened. It all happened so fast. Paldor must have been lingering around, creeping on his Lillith to be so close after her call. Why would he creep on HIS Lillith? Andras was only an eye shot away, enough to give her plenty of distance but enough to reach her den in a minute or so when running. A part o him kept telling himself it was illogical, that Paldor was there to heal but his emotions were too potent, too strong to simply brush aside.

As Andras came upon Paldor's back end, he snapped at him, and yet, it seemed that Andras did have more control over himself than he thought. He did not let his fangs touch a hair on the white male, but he sure was going to protest noisily and with exposed fangs. He angrily goes forth, pushing past Paldor until his head could turn to face him. There was a mixture of confused emotions on the male's face, and it was quite obvious that Andras had...issues that he was trying to sort out even in this very moment. Part anger, part an attempt to hold back. One single eyes twitches as he stares at Paldor.

"You dare lay eyes on my children before me? Before they are named?" he snapped through his teeth. It was demonic tradition for the male to name his children, and Andras held a bond with Lillith that heightened his every desire and feeling beyond anything he had ever felt before. Those who knew Andras before, never would have guesses he would be so passionate about naming his children in the demonic tradition, and yet here he was, his eyes filled with an uncontrollable fire that somehow remained relatively contained from last year, where he had actually attacked Eclipse.

Maybe, Paldor was not too familiar with the more intimate details of demonic tradition. It is one that is often only shared between mother and father, and passed on through word of mouth. An Andras that was not driven by his irrational emotion may have been more calm and forgiving, and later he might see the situation for what it was, but for now, he could only keep his fangs out, wishing to drive Paldor away until his children were presented and named, less Lillith calms his anger, as she held the sole power over his soul.