She attempted another nip when he made his playful gesture of pushing her aside. It was still a rather serious matter even if Andromeda didn't really now it. His children needed him around, at least Andromeda thought so. She hoped neither of her sons developed the anger issues that Azrael had. Guardian looked up to him so much, she feared he might have outbursts just like him. But as of yet, he was a good boy, and her worries were not too much. She would only worry if he started showing signs...even then there isn't much she could do about it. Andromeda pawed at him with her large paw, whining softly at his words. Well, she would see if he would try. She had no reason to doubt him really, it would more be his work wouldn't really let him. The dark girl lifted a brow at his next little outburst. Her yellow eyes blinked curiously at his little...jealously. That is what it was all about really. Just the thought of a male coming near her made his eyes burn red. Andromeda didn't know how to take it. Part of her thought it was cute, another part of her saw the trouble it could cause. At this point though, she had no male friends anymore. Silver, Rosco, and Roman were all dead. Andromeda was crushed with lonliness for years before Azrael, and really she was quite restricted in the end. Now that she had pups, how the heck was she going to make other friends? Azrael hardly liked them leaving the den. At least Orca was willing to come visit. Androemda lifted her head, sticking her nose up in the air with a huff.

"Her name is Orca, my only friend left from old Moladion that I am aware of. And so what if she was a boy? You jealous? Hm?" Andromeda said with a teasing tone in her voice, her paw poking his chest gently as she had that typical smirk on her face when she taunted him. The subject had quickly changed though, to that of their son Starfall. Azrael sure was easy to rile up. He quickly began to speak frantically about Starfall, when she mentioned his eyes and his wandering. He...didn't know. Obviously. They were from two different worlds, and Andromeda knew this, but still. It was a bit odd for there to not be dreamwalkers. They were so ingrained in her culture, the one she grew up with, part of her figured they were everywhere. By Azrael's reaction, she supposed not. His voice was raising and she was starting to figure the boy out. He was just concerned and he didn't know how to deal with it other than...yelling. It made sense really now that she thought about it. He is just a very vocal man. The look on his face morphed though after his words dimmed. Andromeda;s eyes gazed at him with a sudden concern. She was about to open her mouth to speak but Azrael was too fast. She should know better, Azrael loves to talk.

He began to whisper of his mother, she knew how much she meant to him, even if he was quiet about it. Dark ears were flashed forward to take in ever little detail. At first she thought his mother was a Dreamwalker, but it wasn't quite right. Almost though. It sounded like it was a terrifying thing for the family. Something they were not used to. That type of things was typical with Andromeda's mother. It was just the nature of the beast. Maybe, just maybe his mother was the victim of a corrupt Dreamwalker's attack. It was possible, though rare. It all made sense to Andromeda but Azrael seemed overly guilty about it. Andromeda's face wrinkled up a bit as he looked away in..shame or something. She blinked a few times before shaking her head. She had a lot of explaining to do.

"Azrael, he is perfect. He is a profit. I can tell you do not know of Dreamwalkers. I come from a different land, Azrael. My mother was a Dreamwalker, a sort of profit to our pack. Respected and revered by all. Her visions occured with every rise of the sun, and they were to be taken seriously. Starfall has the eyes of a Dreamwalker, you know how he has no black in his eyes? It isn't always true that eyes like his means he is a Dreamwalker, but he is already proving to be one. You should be proud, Azrael, that your son is graced with such an honor," she says, her voice proving to be strong and serious in this moment. She held no hesitation, only confidence in what her son was to be.

"Having the powers of a Dreamwalker is a risk, one that he cannot control. He dreams and he will think of them as real. To him they are real but he will walk in the world we live in. I have heard legends of great Dreamwalkers, Dreamwalkers so powerful they were corrupt. They could burn into the mind of any sleeping wolf and control their dreams and their body. From distances far they could make wolves jump from cliffs or walk right into the mouth of a bear. They were always just legends, but what happened to your mother... makes me wonder," she says as she looks away slightly. She knew how emotional Azrael was, and that her words could potentially upset him. she didn't expect him to believe her. This whole Angel business seemed just as out there as her Dreamwalkers probably sounded to Azrael. She shot her eyes back up at him before speaking again.

"We will have to watch over him, Azrael. Dreamwalkers are always born in twos. In tradition, the second pup is to be the protector. Guardian is much too young for now. We will have to protect Starfall, possibly for the rest of our lives. Do not worry though, dear, you did no wrong with them" she said with conviction. Her black nose reached out to nudge his cheek, before pulling away to get a look at his face again. She could hear something stirring behind her. It is likely the puppies had awoken to Azrael's words, he wasn't too good at speaking unless he really put his mind to it.
Seven Years - Soul of Azrael - Mother of Starfall and Guardian