There is an oddity in Chael today. At some point during this little meeting, his legs even stopped shaking like a rattle snake. Andras is not opposed to Chael respectfully gaining dignity and respect in his character, it was simply something the boy never demanded of others. Those of weakness get the reactions they deserve. He does not know what it is that causes a change in Chael, but he did not particularly care either way. It was simply something the male noticed, giving a nod towards the lowly wolf at his request.

Yet Chael isn't the only one who needs to have resolve in his life. As much as Chael wants this for his daughter, it does not mean that it will be. He can tell how genuine the male is, but Andras let his eyes travel to the girl. Chael was obviously proud of her, thrilled to have her in his life and there is good reason for it. The girl was a worthy one, and Andras wasn't as...prejudice as he sometimes comes off as.

Yet the girl gives off an air of...dislike towards her father, not hatred per say, but Andras can tell, and understands, her standing. She is the daughter of a coward, how could she ever live that down? Well, it is simply up to her. Andras notices her eyes as she looks between them, as she stands idly by during their conversation. But it does not remain that way. Her eye glint with thought and action, and she does not allow her mind to go unspoken.

Andras gives her his red-tipped ear, listening to her words as she speaks. Andras can only let his cracked lips smirk at her comment. As much as there is some truth in what she says, it is completely how things are. Andras has grown more intelligent as he got older, his thoughts on the Demons and how they came about always swirling in the back of his mind. Demons did not just come from two wolves and two wolves only. No, they have to come from somewhere, and new blood must be introduced. It is a simple fact. Raven, perhaps, does not realize it, or perhaps, she is simply not wanting to be shoved in the door by her father.

"So be it," he stated, turning his head slightly back to Chael, observing him in this moment. He fully expected the male to cower and fall into disappointment. Andras takes a slight step to the side, about to leave before her looks back at Raven, eyes connecting with hers as he is covered in a veil of seriousness.

"Only you can hold yourself back. Blood does not come from no where," he said with gruff vocals, taking her in and awaiting any reaction. He would listen to any responses, stay if need be, but if not, he would begin to turn his large, well, muscled frame, and venture back into the reeds from which he came.