He had left his family, only telling his brother Guardian of his leave. It isn't that he hates or dislikes his family. He just...didn't want them to get as angry as his father did when he simply suggested it. Of course, Star was completely unaware that it wasn't the real Azrael he was talking to that night. No, it was the Azrael in his dreams. Starfall saw the fire in his eyes when the young, dark boy decided to leave to follow the new alpha of Taviora. It only drove him further away, more quickly than before. He didn't want his mother to be angry either, but Guardian had a way of dealing with things that Starfall liked. He could trust his brother, even if he had been straying from his litter mater for a while.

When Starfall first met Coza, he knew almost immediately there was something special about him. Something different, with the way his fur had a soft glow as the sky fell. He was driven to follow him, after hearing the older male had taken over a new land. He had to. It was his calling. After that night, his next dream he saw a path leading into the woods, left by paw prints aglow. He could not deny himself his path. He would follow Coza, to figure it all out. What was he figuring out? He wasn't completely sure. That was part of the mystery.

Starfall was growing large with each and every day. It was summer now, and the sun had begun to beat down on his dark grey, almost pure black pelt. Inky black paws took step after step, coming closer to the land that is so far away from his home where he was born. The male turned his star-touched head, looking back at his path...not really recognizing anything behind him or around him. It was all new. New a different. He would have to get used to it. Opal blue eyes blink before turning back forward, gazing upon the trees that litter the landscape. Trees. So many trees. So many jerks to deal with, he was certain of it, but it was hard to find a place without them...and the shade would be nice. Although he was not pleased with most trees, they didn't bother him all the time. Just sometimes. Maybe these trees are nicer. Starfall moved closer to a tree on the edge of Taviora, walking close to it as he sniffs its base. It seems friendly enough...for now. His muzzle slowly pushes forward and bites the bark gently. No reaction.

Satisfied with the trees for now, Starfall lopes forward a few times, before the scent of the alpha becomes potent to his nostrils. With a small smile, the young boy sits in his haunches as he looks around. He could get used to this place. After a moment of taking in the new scenery, he lifts his star-touched head to the sky, letting out a howl of greeting to the alpha. He is almost certain he will be welcome here. He already agreed to help the alpha with his English, in exchange for learning his native tongue. Still, it is proper to wait and be invited in. He didn't want to displease someone as special as Coszcotl, one of the few who may...understand him.