She has kept up with her part of the deal so far, if you could say it was a deal at all. Andras had wished for his kind to live in the land where they belong - the land of bog, the land where rot fills the air and demons lurk in the darkest of shadows. He had given her time to adjust to having a child. He knew quite well how...annoying and tedious they are at such a young age. Quite honestly he disliked being around youth so young, and waited until their had a sliver of intelligence before really wanting anything to do with them. Another part of the reason he left the dark female alone with her spawn.

His strong meaty legs pushed through way through the spring grasses that had flung up as time went on past winter. He gave no heed or no mind to the sharp blades, as his fur of blood and shadow was coarse, deflecting their pathetic attacks as he crushed their very beings. He was no a male to tread on paws light. He made his presence known when he wished it to be, and this was a day where he was not hiding or stalking. With a deliberate gaze of sunset he looked towards Tick Tock, her form appearing over the landscape. Water splashes as he enters a shallow pool of water, the liquid not heeding his advances one bit.

He was not one to be easily distracted. He marched in a straight line towards the two, burly figure risen to intimidating levels as the pup comes into view. Death lays before her, and this pleases him to see. Guts and insides are spread before the young pup who he had only seen from the shadows. He was the pair of eyes she may have seen along tree lines when the light is poor. He was the demon of nightmares that taunted in dreams. He stepped forward, large paws hitting the ground before he stops before them. He remains silent for a moment, catching the tail end of the little girl's words. He simply stares, his head high with red snakes surrounding his eyes - his mark that only increased the intensity of his sunset stare. He is a beast built for power, holding himself high and mighty as he well should. A single fang contrasts upon his face of obsidian, a permanently exposed feature. There was no smile that leaked onto his lips. No kindness that befell him in this moment. She is a child of Chael's, and he had to test her against unwavering dominance.

"She is to become one with the pack soon, on the night of the blood ceremony," he boomed, his voice seeming to echo in rough baritone tunes as his eyes muse in Tick Tock's direction. He needed the pup to be involved, to become one with the pack in which she lives. Certainly she could learn and grow with her mother, but she needed to learn and know the way of the Demons...She cannot do that all by herself in her den.

"Do you intend to go?" he asks, keeping his eyes steady upon the older female, looking for any signs she gives off with her body. She is indeed a mother, and mothers do tend to get attached to their children. Perhaps she regrets her decision, and does not wish her daughter to become one with the pack. He observes, drills into her with his burning eyes, seeking out any sign of her hesitation. She does not have to be there, no, but if he daughter was to become recognized by the pack...then the pup would need to be present. Even better, she would need to mingle more before it begins. For now though, he will await words from Tick Tock, before going on about further business, largely ignoring the pup for now...a test, of sorts, of her persona.