The world was not so solid and real as it seemed to be. Of all creatures on this earth, it was Starfall who knew this. His own mind was not where it should be in this moment. It may not be the night, but he did not exactly have the most stable schedule. The world of reality and dreams seemed to constantly fade from one to the other, each one becoming more intense as time went on. He continued to see Azuri, his now best friend, a female of sunset that had taught him to chase small creatures. Yes, he was with Azuri right now, her lithe and small form darting happily through the Taviora trees. He never felt more alive than right now, with flowers wildly spouting at amazing speeds, and with the forest faeries giggling in absolute joy as they followed along.

It was all so real to him, his lucid dream with the girl that left Taviora a few moons ago. He knew not that she had really left, for she still existed as a living, breathing being in his alternate world. In the reality with that he and the Iromar wolves shared, he was simply doing as his mother's title suggests- Dreamwalking. His large black paws with bracelets of stars were unsteady as he wandered forward. The steps he took were labored, as if a weight was pulling them downward. His already pupiless opal blue eyes, flashed with pink and yellow, were glazed over and staring dead ahead towards the two visitors.

He was a large and foreboding male, a natural blend of his father and mother. He was naturally handsome, but also naturally a mess with his long fur. The undercoat on his spine was marked with red, tipped in the dark charcoal grey, but exposed due to the fact that his hair went every which way. A true horror for anyone who likes perfect fur. The wind only dances between the hairs, twisting them every which way as he shaky form comes closer and closer to the two younger wolf. And yet, it was odd, as he did not come exactly directly towards them. He was a little bit to the side, a trajectory more obvious as he got a few yards away.

In his mind he was following the red and white girl and she lead him around the dream world. It wasn't until he tripped slightly that the two Iromar wolves actually came into view, but he was still stuck between his dream and reality. Only feet away he slows his already labored pace, staring at them silently with unblinking yet mysterious eyes. His stare would only continue for a few moments, a stare most dead as he seems to look past them, not at them. They were merely statues in his mind, obstacles that were innocent enough. Azuri wiggled between the Iromar wolves, seemingly disappearing. It caused his ears to perk slightly, but his stare still remained dead. He took another step closer, a step more shaky than before, still seemingly unaware of the reality that truly stands before him.