He had a pack to run. He had to ensure that everyone was deploying their own tasks in order to prove worth, and to ensure that Iromar with fitted with wolves capable of respecting the Demon name. It was not an easy task, getting so many wolves to work towards the greater good, but it was what he needed to do. Ishtar had gone, for whatever particular reason, and he did not have time to pity her over it. He had to rise and hold the pack together. He was not going to let the Demons fall, not now, and not ever.

Yet, doing such a thing meant he spent even less time than he usually did with his children. He was not the most child friendly creature in the universe, often annoyed by the antics produced by puppyhood, but it did not mean he did not care or exactly disliked them. He just needed his time, and plenty of time, away from them in order not to strangle their necks.

He did his best to hide such things from them and Lillith, but ultimately he was a dominant figure who gave the commands and got his way. Well, besides dealing with this damn water. It had slowed his plans, slowed the tasks of the pack, and brought him great annoyance and irritation. It caused him to be even more on edge with his anger than usual, for Andras was never one to take being out of control well.

He was making his rounds, observing the how the water was treating the land on this day. He had not forgotten nor abandoned any of his children, he just didn't have the time to spend with them as he used to. Lillith was left mostly to that task, and he trusted her judgement on the matter. If she ever needed him, he would always be there, but yet Lillith was a harsh mother in her own right. She did not tolerate weak, nor did she generously give them her meals. She made sure the children knew that life wasn't about coddling and cuddles. It was about proving yourself worthy of life. He was coming back to her, always drawn to her sweet dark scent like a vulture attracted to a carcass. He simply could not stand being away from her for too long, his bond only intensifying over time.

He was feeling particularly drawn to her on this way, wishing to touch her skin and breath her in like air itself. It is when she comes into sight, that he sees Elesor approach.

Andras stands high, muscular frame held in dominance like a wicked beast from Hell itself. His chiseled head remain high, his sunset eyes of violet, orange, and yellow glaring down upon her as she view him, bowing her head as she should, and yet her words...

Her words had upset Lillith. Andras seemed unphased by Elesor, his tail remaining high behind him. It is Lillith who chooses to act with haste, and he had felt it from the moment she heard the words. Andras did not force such a thing upon Lillith, nor was he placing discipline solely on her shoulders. It was simply the nature of Lillith, and Andras only wanted her to be pleased, and thus, he only stood still as Lillith rushed their daughter.

A dark smirk, cracked with his fang, bled onto her features as he watched his graceful hellion take charge. Oh, how he enjoyed seeing her in action, even if it is on something so small. It brought an aggressive shiver to his spine, a blaze of russet red rising as his hackles raise in delight. Yet otherwise, he remained still, his dominant gaze flashing back to Elesor.

"Do as your Mother says," he boomed, for quite honestly he hardly cared if Elesor called him Demon Lord or Father or what have you, but if Lillith wished it? If SHE willed it? It was to be. One power limb of obsidian black steps forward closer to the two. If Elesor dare show disrespect towards her Mother...Well, Andras always had the urge to uphold Lillith's respect uncontrollably.

"Tell me, Elesor, are you displeased?" he asks with command, his head remaining high in the air as his eyes give a slight narrow at her. Her calling him Demon Lord was likely some sort of passive aggressive jab, and he wasn't about to play games, no...he was never in the mood for games.