It had not been long since her adventure with Sorcier to the island within the lake. Granted it was summer now, everything lush in full green. Ambrosia enjoyed her quiet time beside the water, and found herself returning often. And since she had been given her task, there was a certain determination that brought her out this day. She was to seek someone who did not have a home, and offer them one. At least, that's how simple it seemed to her. Perhaps it was in her youth that she retained such innocence, but unlike most of her siblings this was not tainted with arrogance. The once little Ambrosia had grown up to be as sweet as her namesake, though she was still growing yet. She had much to learn about the world, and she had all the time in the world to do so.

Two howls were what brought her attention to the matter, pristine white ears tilting forward and violet irises turning toward where the source lay. A male and a female- lonesome, or so it seemed, and perhaps seeking company. Without further needed guidance, the young angel girl is making her way toward them, the breeze gradually bringing their scents to her. The male, one it seemed not of Moladion at all, but new; and the female, of a dank marshyness that could only be one place. Iromar. A place Ambrosia had been told of but never been. Stories had been told throughout Diveen of the wolves of Iromar- demon and not alike. They varied but most of them led to the same thing.

But, stories were just that- stories. Others spoke of Heyel and his misgivings, his cruelty and lack of mercy. And yet when she had met her Grandfather and gotten to sit down and speak with him, spend time with him- she saw nothing that others did who spoke ill of him. Perhaps he had his rough edges- they all did, usually, but he was still a wolf all the same. A soul. Something complete and to be cherished, a whole to a single being. The stardusted angel marked girl herself felt she lacked that, and perhaps that was why she sought it out so deeply within others. And so, when the two wolves came into view- the male being pale, almost as herself, and the female dark as night and fire licked, she did not hesitate.

Perhaps she should have just turned away at the simple notion of Iromar, and perhaps she was walking in danger itself. But Ambrosia would see for herself, decide for herself, before she allowed another to convince her. Andromeda had taught her all about perception, as it was. That you could view anything any way you wanted to, and it was all up to you. She didn't impede on their personal space- especially when it came to the darker wolf, but kept a reasonable closeness between them. There was a gentle smile upon her feminine features as she glanced between them, noting their larger statures and that if they wanted they could easily turn on her. But she was confident in herself, in her sweet and innocent way. When she spoke, her voice was as she- warm and endearing.

"I'm Ambrosia. Who might you two be?"