He listens to her words, takes in the stormy horizon with jutting pinnacles of the mountain before them. Losing a tail is no small thing. Although it doesn't exactly matter in that she can live just fine without it, it will forever be a scar most noticeable upon her, and not just any tail. It was a part of wolf instinct and dominance, and though he is sure Purge can handle herself without it...she might have some social repercussions to deal with. No matter though, true dominance does not need a tail, and Andras must admit he would enjoy giving the wounded nub a good look...and sniff. But he holds back his natural urges, hearing instead of what it is she did to the Moonglow of the Mountain. He lifts a brow as she explains the finality of her actions...revenge most sweet.

"Perhaps that will teach those remaining to re-think questioning your rein, hm?" he mentions casually, tilting his head slightly as he shoulders roll fluidly.

"Anyone who makes Angels cry is a friend of mine," he said bluntly, a devious glimmer in his sunset eyes, eyes boiling with a dark mischievous glitz that can only bring mention of the joy he feels when even thinking of a pained Angel. Purge's smile on the matter only give him a bit more confidence of their potential collaboration in the future, yet it is a very delicate thing, like a rose whose petals could shed at any moment. He was in no rush, but he preferred to get things blossoming sooner than later.

Luckily she doesn't want to dawdle. Her words about...sweetness and such only causing a casual brow lift before he lifts his form up once more, a crackle and electric flash in the sky illuminating his deep dark form, highlighting the pristine muscle development as he too carries a look serious upon his scarred visage.

"It is simple, Purge. I will not steal from your borders if you do not steal from mine. We will not trespass as you will not either, etc, etc. Perhaps, an alliance is in order in the future, as I would hate to see any dissidents attempt to overthrow you. This pack has never been ruled by another, and many are not so...willing to give up. If you agree to be friendly to each other, perhaps I will not tolerate any filth that leaves your pack," he stated, his voice turning into a booming hiss like a clap of lightning at the end, form creeping closer to the female as he gauges her reaction. His eyes remain focused, lighting flickering in their liquid reflection, the rain starting to slam the ground around them. He knew his pack stood alone, and stood just fine alone, but he knew having a neighbor that could scratch his back and he scratch hers? Well, why not? He would love to attack any Spirane rejects on sight...even just for the hell of it, and such a vile nature could be seen with the venom on his breath, and the crack in his demonic smile.