It was surprising, to say the least, that the next wolf to show up would be nobody other than Andromeda. Her dark frame came swift and smoothly, determination set within her yellow gold gaze. She was immediate to throw herself into the fray, using her body as a shield between the black male and the rest of the group. And though Ambrosia had not spoken a word since arriving, her Mother was quick to turn her own upon the girl, speaking quickly. The pale young one simply shook her head at her dam, turning her violet gaze back to the black beast, giving him her attention. She had to time her movements and moments just right.

But another distraction is soon entering the clearing with them; it is a cousin of Ambrosia’s, young Calliel, a princess of Diveen. The girl would undoubtedly be impressive in both size and strength in her age, but she was still growing, and rather overly ambitious. Their Grandfather would call her a fool for ever thinking she could possibly hope to take on the Black Prince. Not that either of the two angel girls would have such thoughts, of course. Their focus was true, for both of them, though for different purposes. Ambrosia sought to distract and pull his attention on her in the end, and still hoped feverously that it would hold true. Beowulf was strong with his persistence, but all of the wolves would need to cease their action if she were to prevail in her desires. And prevail she would.

For when the dark one’s attention was finally upon herself, after his attempt on savaging whomever he could get his jaws upon, his reptilian gaze found her own and her frame trembled with the unknown. It was not fear that Ambrosia felt, but perhaps curiosity and anxiety wrapped up in one. She had met with his kind before, but even then the black wolf could yet be unpredictable. The star dusted angel girl was confident though, at least enough to make her not fall beneath the weight of his stare. And then he stepped forward, responding to her as she never thought possible, his attention set on her and her alone. She kept up with him, focusing on him and showing him just that, that her gaze of violet flecked with orange and emerald was for only him. Miraculously, he’s following her example with a return bow, not so low as her own but a bow all the same. For a moment, it almost seems as if the crazed creature seen not moments before did not exist. The dark one was but a wolf as any other, his jade green eyes rather appealing in his features, as smudged with blood as his muzzle may be.

It was a curious thing, to see him in this light, so focused on her and with that same hunger, but different, in his posture. Ambrosia’s resolve almost cracks when he speaks, his raspy tones unnatural and unmeant for his usage. And with his gesture of his gaze, glancing toward the black Iromar girl before returning to Ambrosia, the clever girl understands. She knows what it is he seeks, as she had figured from the start- but still, she hoped to pull him away and it seemed even that he would surprise her with. For not a moment passes that he’s then moving, his tail lifted high and a growl slipping forth between lips- one of simple aggression and want, though not something like he had given in his blind, bloody rage prior. This was her only chance and she took it, now that he was headed for her the others would all be at his back as she was indeed off to the side, a part from the rest.

In turn, she gave each of the wolves present a look- Andromeda first, to tell them to remain where they were, do not move forward and do not follow. Her Mother would know her unspoken words, and she could only hope that the others might be smart enough to follow suit. If they were not, she did not know if she herself or the others could save them. But her moment soon passed, her message hopefully conveyed to all those present, beside the male who continued to stalk toward her. Lowering her white tail only slightly, Ambrosia bent her legs only slightly so that her tall frame was beneath his own in a subtle manner. She was not a girl full grown just yet, but she was still impressive in her height, almost matching the dark one’s own. And when he was close enough, if he wished to touch her he would have his wish, the white girl marked with russet and charcoal would begin her movement away from the others, her attention and sight still locked on Tobias to keep him drawn to her. She would not waver, and she would not hesitate. She knew her task well and what it had to be, though she may not know the ultimate consequences of such actions. She would only know when they happened, and if her plan had worked.

Soooo if able Ambro is trying to get Tobi to go to Ruieze Fields! If not, we'll just continue here or.. whatever :D