My ears pull back slightly at her initial reaction to me. What, is she deaf or something? Hard of hearing? I lift a brow for a moment above my blue eyes before settling them once more. I guess not everyone can be so aware of their surroundings. Regardless, she did have something on her fur behind her neck. It is a terrible place, behind the neck. No wolf can reach this section efficiently. It is madness really.

"Too bad we do not have eyes on the back of our head, hm?" I state, my tongue adjusting her fur and ensuring that she becomes somewhat acceptable. As I do so, I do get a chance to inhale a rather...enchanting scent. I am finding that I am...pleased with this. She does not smell like dirt or sweat. She smells different than most others, more clean and appealing in such a manner. I give myself a moment to adjust each hair as well as I can, before pulling back to view the face of the younger woman who gazes upon my bloodline. She is very different from my line, her colors ablaze in whatever glimmer of light shine upon her fur. I do not fear to be close to her- not until she gives me a reason, perhaps if her paws are coating in dirt...and I do look down to check, but it is a bit harder to tell with her fur type.

I lift my head back to her when she states she appreciates my grooming. Appreciates? She appreciates it? Well, that is a pleasant surprise. The only ones who truly ever appreciated such things were father and grandfather. I find a slightly arrogant grin tugging at my lips on my white-speckled silver muzzle.

"It is what I do. Tell me, how do you maintain such a scent?" I ask, as a manner of sharing and perhaps learning some additional beauty tips. I am indeed taught by men, it cannot help to be around another female every now and then. Plus, Heyel told me all about boys and the...gross things they do to boys. I almost shudder at the thought of it again.

She questions my trust in Zaphkiel, and I cannot help but shake my glistening head as I let my prussian blue eyes fall to them. My brother is a boy of danger and adventure who somehow settled down. He has had close calls with his life that has cost him the perfection of his good looks. I do not wish such things on his children.

"He did not grow to embrace the art of fur and beauty, he prefers risk, and who else is going to teach those pups to keep themselves clean when it hardly crosses his mind?" I ask, remembering him as a pup, always getting into things, and his pup Vort only showing the truth in this. I look back to the female as she asks if I am of the stars. I blink for a moment. I tend to consider my Angel side more heavily than my mother's side of the stars- but I am marked with my sparkles, which I have always said I planned each and every one carefully in the womb. I do give a slow and graceful nod.

"Yes, I am of Azrael and Andromeda- Andromeda being the Mother of the Stars. My brother Starfall has lived here for a long time as well. As you can see, I wear the Stars the best, hm?" I say playfully as I angle my head and puff my chest, assuming the most aesthetically pleasing pose- something I am always aware of and working on.