He was damn well annoyed at all of this water. Annoyed and quite honestly, pissed off. He did not want to deal with his territory getting flooded, the work of many dens getting taken over by the scent of gators. He snorts in irritation as he exists the dirty water, his coat covered in a mess of mud and questionable debris. He turned to watch though, as the water created a pattern and things began to gather. Yes, bones and flesh seemed to pile together in some areas, accompanied by trees and other grass. Hell, even some living things were being drowned right before his very eyes, and Andras didn't even blink or feel any sort of care.

What he did like, however, was the idea that swamped his depraved mind. Seeing the bones of kills left outside of dens coming together only made his sick mind twist with a a vile satisfaction. The ripped muzzle of the male gave him a constant toothy look, that transformed wickedly as he grinned at his own thoughts. He knew the flood would cease at one point, the water draining away into the abyss of the soils. It had before in other lands, and Andras was rather certain it would here. He would then find a section of swamp to fill with rotten flesh and fresh bones. Skulls and antlers of the fallen. A reminder of death and demon superiority. His red hairs shuddered in joy as the imaginary scent of such a place tickles his brain, a scent many would find simply revolting and vile, his euosmia found them simply invigorating.

His was in rather intense thought, his sunset eyes aflame with his own sight of the future in Iromar. His form stand strong like a viper ready to strike, his mouth almost salivating at what he will do once this damn water goes down. He is taken aback though, something other than water moving in his field of vision, and he turns to get a better look at it.

It is that young pup Avery. The daughter of the fallen who abandoned the demons. Andras initially only narrows his eyes in the slightest, his teeth barring slightly at her approach. Did her own mother leave her? Didn't even care to take her own child along, or did Avery know better? Andras did not know the child, only knew of her. His hackles raise as she brings herself out of the water, and he can tell how the water really took a toll on her. Well, well. At least she is determined to speak to the Demon Lord himself. That does say something, in the least.

He allows his hackles to fall, his lips hiding what of his fangs he could, yet there is always that one peeking out f his black muzzle from his battle scar. She holds herself in submission, already aiming to please, and ah, she speaks first. He does not soften his expression for her, the red around his wild eyes only highlighting his scarred blocky visage. He listens to what she wishes, to be a fighter and a warrior. She is young, but she is at least marked as a demon is marked, black fur with cinnamon color. It is a damn shame she holds the blood of a traitor, but Andras wants to keep her here, if only to displease Chernobyl. His eyes snap back to the water as it inches a bit closer, and his teeth rip from his mouth once more in irritation.

"You want a task, Avery? Make this DAMN WATER go away," he bellowed, his deep voice becoming sharp with anger, his flame touched ears flashing forward in his moment of expression as he took a few steps towards her, although looking at the water behind her. He pauses, feeling a sigh overcome him before he looks down upon Avery once more.

"Young child of Iromar, it pleases me that you decided to stay. Bring me the skulls of two elks. If you wish to be a warrior, you must be strong like one. Do not disappoint me, Avery," he snapped, his head moving downward ever so slightly in her direction to get a better look at her. He examines her build, what potential she may hold. He needs all the warriors he could get, and he would find the strength in any wolf. Yes, he could find a use in anyone, and Avery will have her use for the demons. He will make sure she grows up strong and with demon code. Hell, he isn't even sure if she knows her mother took off without her yet, which simply causes a caustic smile to burn on his muzzle.

"You do know your mother left you here, yes? You are choosing to be one with Iromar if you remain. You choose to become a part of the Demons. You choose to be with us, or be our enemy. Are you certain, Avery, that this is what you want?" he jabbed, walking forward once more as he begins to circle the young girl. This was her moment of truth. The moment where she will show where her true loyalties lie.