He WAS enjoying his time in the mystical woods of Taviora. A part of the land that seemed to be secret only to himself. A land full of mists and sprites. The stars glow brighter here, with more dazzle and sparkle. It is a land where Starfall can linger alone. A land that he has become familiar with as he lives in Taviora. A land built in his own mind, just as real as any. He walks on the fresh snow that sprinkles the land of dreams, his paws seemly float on top and never leave an imprint. He winds through the trees, covered in still-green vines, littered with glowing fairies that giggle as he passes by. One even passes by his nose, bopping him gently and he snaps in its direction with a smirk on his dark grey face.

He was making his way to the top of the mountain. A place where he can view the tops of the trees. Where he can see for distances long and wide. The aurora was also glimmering above him, wild colors of green wisping across the sky in a marvelous fashion. Yes, he was quite enjoying his time in the mythical land of his own mind, when it all melted away into darkness. The transition. One that was always to come. He never got to stay in one reality forever. It always switched, changes with the darkness to a place different.

He awoke in his den, clouded blue eyes with flashes of yellows and pinks opening, glimmering in the faint light as his ears catch the sound of a growl. His hackles immediately raise, flashes of red highlighting his dark form as the scent of his father tickles his nostrils. Well, Starfall wasn't exactly surprised that he had come. He had told Azrael that he was leaving, and he was completely enraged by the fact and refused to let him. Starfall did it anyway, telling Guardian just so no one would worry too much. Obviously telling Azrael didn't work out...if only the dark boy knew that it wasn't his true father he was speaking to, but the father in his dream world.

With an irritated snarl, Starfall rose. His legs of black, touched with speckles of white, lifting his large form from the comfort of his warm den. He had grown quite a bit now. For some wolves, this would be their adult size at 30 inches. Starfall still had much room to grow, with his legs a bit lanky and awkward still. His face though, had matured to look quite a bit more handsome. Some would argue, that he was starting to overtake his father in dashingly good looks. It is that masculine face speckled in the white that first pushed out of the den, his eyes narrowed at his father as he spoke. He hears the words as he adjusts, sitting outside the den with his completely misplaced hair. Hair that wold surely terrify the male before him. The most horrendous bed hair on the planet. He sits with an irritated face, staring his father down with his mysterious eyes until he finished his little rant. Starfall only gave a moody smirk.

"Abandon? Upset Mother? Do you not remember when I told you I wanted to go to Taviora? How Coszcotl understood me like no one else had? Remember how you got angry and YELLED at me?" he said with a hint of an attitude. Part of Starfall almost seemed hurt that Azrael would yell at him like that for doing what he wanted in life. Dream Azrael did tend to be an amplified version, but Starfall did not know the difference. He was one and the same. Something else stirred in the mind of the young boy though, and his tail flicked to the side before he spoke again.

"And speaking of Mother, I haven't done anything that she hasn't done. Do you not know of how she came to this place? How she left Grandfather forever without even saying goodbye? Without telling ANYONE? And she never went back? I mentioned going to Taviora to you, you got angry and wanted to stop me, so I told Guardian and left so no one could stop me. At least I will go back to visit, and that is more than you can say about mom," he said on edge of yelling, his hackles raised slightly as he remain sitting next to his den. Did Azrael even ask to come in? Did he even obey the border at all, or did he just saunter in here? Starfall had half the mind to tell Azrael to beat it, to stand at the border and respect Coszcotl's boundaries. He snorts, smokey clouds puffing from his nostrils in the crisp cold air. He just might do that if his father annoys him enough.