He was not so much as other demons were. He did not hold the code near and dear to his heart. He used the code to his advantage when he wished, but he didn't live and breath it. Ultimately, he was his own individual, driven by his own desires and mind. He held to the code in many ways, but he was not one to take offense or care about who speaks first among those off his land and not of Demon blood. Quite honestly, he had little patience to waste in silence and staring games. When Purge comes to welcome him into the land, he does not dwell in silence long.

His large paw of black crosses lines, head dipping in a replied greeting to the new Alphess of the mountain. His sunset eyes drank the image of the woman most mangled from her fight. Her face had not gone untouched, and most certainly her tail was completely ruined. It was a strange sight to see a wolf without a tail so long, and it was quite the brutal thing to have part of a tail cut off. He lifts a lip as his eyes cross hers. She might have lost a tail, but she had won the battle.

"It appears the shaman of the mountain had more fight in her than expected. Tell me, how did your fangs punish her for stealing part of your tail?" he inquired, his lips split in his dark yet pleased grin. Yes, part of him wished to know the true brutality of the fight, the true carnage that had come with the battle of leaders. He wanted to know what Purge did to the previous leader. Did she kill her? Spare the old woman her life? Take a limb? Surely, the shaman did not get away with stealing a tail so easily. Due to Purge's position, she must have done something drastic.

The dark male littered with the scents of demons and bog came to sit next to the new leader, looking out onto the mountain and the growing grey clouds. The wind was cooler, blowing against his fur and ruffling his bloody hackles. His fur was not the longest, but it was quite apparent by the unnatural rise and fall of fur from the wind that rain was soon to come, accompanied by the clash of teeth called thunder.

"I wanted to be the first to congratulate you on your victory, Purge. You were welcomed into our lands for a time, and it appears we are going to be neighbors," he stated, tail flicking to one side behind him as his sunset eyes danced back towards the female still healing from the fight that won her rights to rule. Luckily, Andras held no interest in extending his borders towards the mountain at this time. His focus was still on getting his pack higher in numbers, strong and wiser. Deep in his mind he wondered what it is Purge wished to do with her land, if she wished to be adversarial or if they could come to a nice little agreement at their borders. He wished to assess her reaction to him and his words, feel her out with his booming baritone voice. From there, he would move forward.