The male is one most observant, and this is something Ambrosia can appreciate it. He is friendly and warm in his demeanor, bringing a gentle and exquisite smile to her beautiful features. She is glad to have approached them, even if the female was a Demon- but one unlike any she had ever heard of. There is distrust in her bright neon pink gaze, but no malice or threat. And because of this, and even if it were any different- Ambrosia only has kindness for the dark wolf. And then the male speaks, introducing him, oddly enough, as the Candyman. An interesting title for an interesting wolf, it seemed. Dipping her almost completely white muzzle downward slightly, she is acknowledging his willingness to give his own name. It was not every day you met another so forthcoming- most were as the Demon, quiet and reserved, waiting for the other to take the lead. And because he questions the female himself, the young angel girl feels no need to question in her own tongue.

Expectantly turning her own exotic gaze of the brightest violet upon the Demon wolf, Ambrosia is patient as she waits, which does not take her long really at all. Setting her piglet down at her feet, which she secured with a firm paw, the Demon is giving her name- Näkki. And then she does something that actually catches Ambrosia off guard. For all she was worth, the female was still a Demon- but she refers to Candyman and Ambrosia as brother and sister. They were truly all just wolves, and on this day, the young stardusted angelmarked girl is beginning to develop her ideal of Demons. The stories of them were full of terror and bloodshed- but this Demon before her seemed nothing else but another wolf. Perhaps they had their different thoughts, their different ideals- but didn't they all? Even the Angels all had their own thoughts and ideas about the world. Heyel was different from Isola, Azreal different than them both- her siblings even, and then there was herself. The broken and sweetest one of them all.

Life was a curious thing indeed, and at the question she was asked- she willingly gives answer to. "I am seeking a soul to bring back to Diveen- to give a home if a home is wished for." Her smile that graces her words are equally as warm and sweet. Though her demeanor might make another, less kind wolf queasy in the stomach, Ambrosia was not one to particularly notice it. It was natural for her to be easy going, to be gentle and tender regardless of her ever growing height and stature. One day, she would grow fully into her beauty and grace, and that time would be one to behold. And then yet another wolf is joining them- it would seem that on this day, Fate had many more plans than expected- and it is none other than the handsome Enderly. Ambrosia finds a rather wide grind adorning her features, and when he is close enough after sniffing out Näkki's dinner- perhaps they are friends?- she does not hesitate in her greeting to him. Leaning forward her snowy muzzle touches gently and tenderly to his own silvered one, her violet gaze locking on his in these moments and her touch one most tender.

After giving the greeting of her people, her voice slips forth, humor laced within her tones at his own greeting of her. "Enderly, it is always a pleasure. What brings you out this fine day?" His banter toward Näkki goes observed, and Ambrosia is led to believe she was right- and they were friends, of some sort, at least. Listening to Enderly's words, she is content in her silence then and to simply watch on, curious about the interaction between them all. It seemed a peaceful encounter enough, but with more than a couple wolves together things could go wrong quite fast. And though she was not one for negative notions, Ambrosia knew she had to be ready. There were a Demon and an Angel interacting here, after all, and it was well known Demon's thirst for Angel blood. But why the Demon was a kind one this day, she will never know. All she can do is enjoy it, and learn from it, be that however which way she may.