His star-touched ears flung in her direction when she clears her voice, and yet the year old boy still continues to bite at his evil perpetrator. Only his pupiless eyes of light blue, pink, and yellow wander over in her direction as her words begin to fill the air. His pauses, his teeth still clamping down on the root as he listens. He sighs in frustration at her first sentence. No one else seems to believe that trees are capable of tripping on purpose. They totally can, and they totally make fun of you when they want to. At least, they do in Starfall's world, a world much stranger than most others. His brows furrow as he lets go of his tree prey, the red hidden under his black spine fur remaining slightly exposed with his partly raised hackles. It also didn't help that his hair was a mess, a true testament to Starfall's rebellious nature. Azrael always seems to have a dramatic heart attack ever time he sees Starfall's hair, and Starfall is certainly adamant about not being groomed to the point of shining. So what if his hair goes every which way? There was too much going on in life to care about hair, that is for sure.

The star-touched boy fixates his dark charcoal visage, that is increasingly getting more handsome and gorgeous with age. He was completely unaware of the visual gift his Father had given him, and it was practically ruined by his lack of hair upkeep. She continues to speak and he tilts his head slight, something about a gangly stage, whatever that is. The large pup looked at his inky black paws, seeing how they have grown slowly over time and yet, only a bit earlier today did they seem to be...different. It was always like that though. This change periodically when you live in a world of perfectly lucid dreams. He looks back up at the female, heckles still raised a bit due to his already irritated state.

"Trees do too trip you, and they also will call you names, but not all the time. No one else has heard them call others names but I have. The trees hate me so they ALWAYS try to trip me." he said confidently, his English fluent and lacking any Latin accent. There was a slight snippy side in his tone, but it wasn't directed at the girl. In fact, his face jerked back to look at the root, his nose wrinkling in disgust as he viewed it again. how was this girl just...hanging out with this menacing tree? It all seemed to come into focus for the misunderstood boy, as he slowly brought his gaze back to her. She looked, an awful lot alike him, a lot younger though, and lacking any stars. All Dream Walkers must have stars, and once again he felt alone in this confusing world. Regardless, the growing male was wondering why the girl had decided to take sides with the tree

"Why are you sitting so close to the tree? They will do something mean to you, you know." he said a bit more soft, his eyes almost looking a bit more concerned, like he really thought the tree had ill will towards wolves.