The words of both Celeste and Elara are lost to Ambrosia. Her sensitive alabaster ears took in the words they spoke but the young girl simply choose not to pay them any mind. This was simply another learning experience for her- and thanks to that first adventure of hers to the free lands with the wolf Maddox, she was more than eager to try her paw again with hunting. At almost two years old, she was surely but slowly growing into her large paws, already taller than her immediate littermates but not quite at the mark with the older ones. Eventually, though, she would surpass all but two others, her oldest brothers, but this would come in time yet. For now, she was content to learn herself in the process as she changed, as to always keep her mind sharp and ready for anything. Andromeda had taught her that- that not all things were certain and could change in a moments notice, that everything affected everything else. The rabbits in front of her, and now her darker brother, Mithos, were food and something to keep reflexes sharp. Their Father had brought them here to complete a task, and as they were all pack wolves- it was simply their duty, regardless of rank, to contribute. It really was that simple.

Why any of her siblings might have anything to say otherwise about the matter was a curious thing, but indeed Ambrosia has her brilliant gaze set elsewhere. Already Mithos has a rabbit beneath his paw, his midnight gaze on their Father as if awaiting further instruction. But there is no pause or even hesitation in the young wolves actions when she falls upon her prey. It takes her but a fraction of a heartbeat to reach down with still learning grace to find her muzzle at the nape of the creatures neck. In the same movement she's clamping her small yet still powerful jaws down once, the struggle being quick and almost nonexistent in her mercy. It's with a satisfied ease- the satisfied air of a succesful hunter that the young angel glances back at their Father- who has now come down the slope to join them. He had spoken his words to Mithos already, but she caught the tail end- the part where he mentioned killing the rabbit behind a bush so as not to upset their sisters. Glancing up the hill momentarily, Ambrosia watches her sisters idly for just a moment, wondering at this, before then turning to her Father.

His words were indeed touching to her brother, for it was not every day a wolf such as Azreal gave out compliments. Others may not know such about him, or they may, but when it was she glanced up at him and caught his gaze, she saw many things going on behind his deep irises. But of course she kept quiet about most of it, save for things she might occasionally speak of with Andromeda. Moving forward, she placed the more than dead rabbit at her Father's white paws before glancing up at him, waiting for any words he might or might not have for her, before turning back to the warren and taking in her options. Now that the initial surprise had been taken away, most of the small furry creatures had returned to their homes, but there were still a few stragglers on the outskirts of the place that had yet made it back. She was off then, her still growing, slightly gangly legs letting her move with the needed speed and agility to eventually have two more of the rabbits dead within her jaw. Of course, only one of them had been a clean and bloodless death as the first had been. The other had a broken leg before a broken neck- a simple reminder that one could never learn enough.

Though it was by no means a large amount, Ambrosia was content in her number of three when she placed the last two beside her first where her Father had been, watching him from wherever he might be now before her own delicate and yet firm voice graced the air. "And how was that, Pater?" For truly she was curious to what he thought of her actions. She might not have behaved as her other sisters had- but they each had their own ways and their own thoughts, did they not? If they didn't, they would all be the same and nothing would ever be different. But they were different- Ambrosia, Mithos, even Elara and Celeste were different. All unique and special, in all good and bad ways. Because that's what everything was made up of, light and dark, good and bad, empty and full.