'There is always time for hair'. Starfall did not agree in the slightest. Hair was so...meaningless in the grand scheme of things. It was just the exterior to a world so full of so much more. His father, so concerned with hair, while Starfall was simply trying to figure out this whole...existing thing. He sure as hell knew, it had nothing to do with hair. Such a comment made the young boy snort. He obviously didn't inherit the vanity of his father. Well, maybe he did, he just felt he looked just fine with messy hair. Maybe, some wolves like messy hair. Maybe it could look better the way Starfall arranged it. Maybe his father was wrong about it. Either way, Star was not going to sit around long for a grooming session. Thus, he jumped away from his father in the snow, to continue on his rant about this frustrating life.

His star-tipped ears flickered in the dead of winter. It is cold and the stars shine so brightly upon them on this night. He hears the words his father says, words that contradict all that Starfall experiences everyday. Trees do not talk? They do talk...just...not all the time. Sometimes they do and sometimes they don't, but that applies to wolves too right? They don't ALWAYS talk. A scowl scratched onto his already irritated, yet still ridiculously handsome features, in a more, messy sort of way. His father just didn't understand him. He never did. He always gives him weird looks, and gives Guardian all the praises in the world. Starfall, he didn't need all the praises. He just needed to feel...welcome, that he wasn't a freak or weirdo. That he is Azrael's son just as much as Guardian. Starfall huffed as his father's powerful voice filled the crisp cold air around them. His tail twitched in the white soft snow, another thing that taunted him, for he knew that his father even wished he wasn't black like mother. And what of the pup's mother was carrying? What if they were to be white? It would just be more reason for Starfall to be pushed out. Maybe he was meant to be alone with his dream world. Starfall jerked his head around to look at his father with his hazed over opal eyes, still narrowed with irritation.

"They do too talk, your kind just never hears them. Mother believes me. She says Grandmother was like me. She understands. Everything can talk and everything can change. And awake? I am always awake, father. I don't know what this sleep is that you all talk about and do. I am in this world and then suddenly I am in another. I am always 'awake'. Why...why don't you get it?" he said in his growing adolescent voice. The very last question, more loud and touched with the anger that lingers deep down inside, since his father just...didn't get it. He never got it and never would. At least, that is what young Star though. He snapped his head back, facing away again with his ears half back and that mean frown on his black lips.

The tree tops were still filled with the laughter of birds, waiting for the first light of sun to touch the silver white world around them. Starfall's nose twitched, feeling the world just falling in on him. It was then his father spoke once more. He said that there was nothing wrong with him. Starfall snorted, in that typical fashion that his very own sire did, not really believing him...or at least, not showing it. Part of Star felt...a weight lift from his shoulders. He didn't seek for Azrael's approval like Guardian. But maybe he did want...something from his father. Anything, really. There was silence between them after those words. A strong silence since Starfall wasn't sure what to say.

He huffed out when Azrael spoke again, at firs rolling his eyes, figuring he was going to be...annoying. Did something wrong? Of course. Star was the 'wrong' child. He was about to turn around and rip his dad a new one, when the rest of his words interrupted his thoughts. His ears perked up, and he turned his young head round with a bit more pep than before. He...wanted to punish the tree with him? The tree that doesn't talk but does? The pup tilted his head at first, blinking at his father as his mind tried to comprehend what the hell just happened. Well, Starfall did want that tree properly punished for calling him names and such.

Starfall's face filled with determination, as his growing body puffed up as he got to his feet. Pushing snow aside, he trotted past his father on his black paws, not bothering to look at him as he headed back over to the tree. Starfall, obviously wasn't that good with emotional things either. Maybe he was more like Azrael than he or his father realized. The pup marched over to the tree, standing by it with his eyes examining it carefully.

"Etiam eget disciplina doceri. Lectio audiendi qui per hiemem, ut audeat dicere omnes arbores, quibus modis ad me. Ego sum ​​certus quod .. est, ut poena esset efficacior. Hoc nescio, sed fieri volumus quod juste et ministrari."
(Yes, it needs to be taught a lesson. A lesson that will be heard throughout the winter, to all of the trees so they dare not talk in such ways to me again. I...I am not certain what it is, that would be more effective as a punishment. This, I do not know, but I do wish for it to be carried out and due justice to be served.)

His Latin was certainly supreme as he spoke with such grace and refinement. Latin, was a language great for justice and punishment. He was rather good at it, though he honestly didn't know it. The pup gazed down at the tree's roots, before turning his face back to his father. The look on his face, was only that of frustration and maybe a little...hope, that his father would really help him show this tree who is boss.