How overwhelming it must be for Coza to deal with such a temper tantrum, Zaphkiel thinks with an inward eye roll. He approaches with his ears flicked back in clear agitation at the loudness of his voice, demanding this and demanding that. It was typical of his father and although Zaphkiel and Azrael often butted heads simply due to their different beliefs he still loved his grandfather. He was particularly interested in how he would treat his own children, his good eye watching his masked boy rush forward with that usual bravado. All his children were brave, really, even Asariel who was the more uncertain of them all. What was quite entertaining was that his mother seemed in the midst of pouncing and his eye narrows upon her in confusion for a moment before discerning her own agitation at his father; with that in mind he smirks at her, a kind of understanding, but it is wasted because her eyes are now glued upon Vortigern.

Andromeda is quick to move closer to Voritgern and the boy's red-tipped tail wags furiously as she does so, his small teeth flashing in a boyish grin at her, pleased at having surmised this situation correctly. Orange eyes close with a look of happiness when she licks his head because Vortigern is the exact replica of Zaphkiel in some ways, both enjoying the doting of mothers or grandmothers in a most unabashed manner. Before Vortigern can run to her, however, Asariel is moving beneath Zaphkiel's taller figure and he lowers his muzzle to rub his chin across her head in a soothing manner. It is instinctive, his actions that belie his clear love for the children he had never intended, and she seems to draw strength from his presence. At any rate she is fast moving towards her grandmother who now lays on the ground with an intense look of adoration on her face.

Vortigern had planned to rush forward beneath her chin but Asariel is suddenly there and he moves aside, eager to let his sister have her moment. Above all he loves his siblings and even if he had to wait a moment for attention he was okay with that so long as they were thrilled. Instead he lowers his little body so that he is draped in a most awkward way across Andromeda's legs, tail thumping against the ground and Asariel's tail smacking him in the face. "I'm Vortigern, your grandson!" he adds, in case she forgot suddenly that he was her grandson in the onslaught of things.

Astraea is quick to the draw next, climbing atop Andromeda and Zaphkiel gives her a proud grin, his eye flicking to Azrael to see what he might do. His grin falters, however, when she offers to dig them room in his den. Was she crazy? Oh wait, she was a kid, she didn't understand. Besides he was trying to make more space for him and Astrid, not for him, Astrid, and his parents (as much as he loved them). He could imagine the complaints every morning from Azrael. Something along the lines of "oh god, Zaphkiel, can't you find any feathers to cover this dirt with?" or "sleeping in dirt, why the hell are we sleeping in dirt? LOOK AT MY WHITE FUR, IT IS BROWN NOW!"

He blinks when he realizzes that his father is now talking to him. "I have one more son, Tzadkiel. He will be along shortly, I think." For wherever one child rushes off to, usually three more follow. Vortigern suddenly leaps up from his grandmothers paws and moves to Astraea's side so that he looks up at Azrael, peering at him with curious eyes. "Why don't you like me?" His voice demands, noting the way Azrael had said he liked Astraea and wanting to know what he needed to change. He glances at his sister, deliberating stilling his body and trying to mimic her posture.