Life has been busy, and it has taken many different turns. There have been far too many for her to keep track of numbers, but she also knows that there is no end to those same numbers. Ambrosia is a bright and intelligent creature; it shows in the bright reflection of her violet irises, flecked with their orange and green. She was truly a sight to behold at this point- fully grown now, 40 inches at the shoulder, and a slim, though well-toned 160 lbs. And she had been making note to maintain her endurance and her skill in generally all things. As aspiring Guardian Angel of Diveen, she sought to do well enough and protect her family. But more than that, she sought to keep others safe, and to pass on all knowledge just as she collected it.

This day, her paws of the purest white brought her upon the scent of an older brother, one of many though not one with much time spent with. But out of all of her siblings, perhaps Guardian was one that she might speak with easiest. His drawl had always been a rather endearing feature to her and in time and age that had not changed. Though she knew others often found him abrasive and even annoying, she had never had such feelings toward her brother. She knew only love, kindness and warmth for him that only one of the closest flesh and blood could procure. So when she came across his trail, she undoubtedly followed it, unknowingly approaching a curious situation that had her pausing and tilting her large, almost entirely white skull.

Her features were only accented by the charcoal that adorned the top of her muzzle and top half of her cheeks as well as a few scattered up her forehead. There were also the charcoal markings within the auburn splash of her chin and jaw, all of her markings rather uniform and condensed in their areas. The most prominent of all was perhaps the russet patch between her shoulder blades, which was in fact dusted in the purest of snow white. Her stardusted angel mark, or so the wolf had always mused to herself. And now, not only was she greeted with the large fourm of her dark brother- large wolves having run in the family, herself being ample proof- but the white fourm of a complete stranger. A stranger who could easily be family, with her pelt of white and markings of red, and there is even a voice to further encourage such a thought. Lovely Latina graces the air around them, and a gentle and warm smile is etching its way across Ambrosia’s delicate features.

The lovely ladies name is Gazardiel, and the young though grown wolf wishes to say it herself. Moving to just beside her elder brother, her eyes are focused on the lady of white even as her own white pelt mingles with the black of her brothers. Then, her attention is on Guardian, her violet gaze seeking out his own more blue, like their Fathers, her words so sweet for him as is her touch of muzzle along his shoulder. "Mi frater, fuit nimium.My dear brother, it has been too long.” She embraces him in her own way, just as her Aunt Isola and most other angels within Diveen greet others with their muzzle touches. But Ambrosia goes always a step further to press her muzzle against the shoulder of the other, before then her own shoulder, so that she may lean against them for but a moment if not longer, depending, before it was she was content with a greeting. And only when he returned her words did she eagerly turn to the white lady, her large skull tilted in curiosity as her still youthful voice filled the air.

“Unde es tu, pulchra Gazardiel?Where are you from, beautiful Gazardiel?" She wishes to know, but she also then seems to remember her manners. Dipping her beautifully marked skull down ever so slightly, her gaze finds its own bow as well before returning to the iridescent sunburst of the white ladies. “Ego Ambrosia. Hoc est, custos fratris mei.I am Ambrosia. This is my brother, Guardian." She had always preferred the language of their heritage to any other. It was soothing and it was calm, not to mention beautiful to the senses. One only had to listen to find out.