Guardian is at ease, resting his dark shoulder against hers of stark white, and the girl was content in these moments. Not much time had been spent with one of her eldest brothers, but any time spent was something she cherished and held dear to her heart. Family was very important, and though pack was family, there was and always would be a special bond between blood siblings. Guardian dubs Gazardiel The Angel of the Sun, much like their cousin Achilles though with its own flare to it. The white, stardusted angel can see why. A burst of crimson sits between the females equally intense, sunburst eyes, a giveaway to her heritage even if she was not of the same line as their own. It was common knowledge within the Angel City, that other bloodlines existed, though undoubtedly Heyel’s was one of the most prestigious, if not the most.

When Ambrosia had settled beside her brother, she watched as the stranger visibly relaxed before them, taking her own seat before reacting to the younger angels words. She almost seemed bashful, and it had the girl wanting to reach out to comfort her. But distant relative or not, she would not impede upon personal space, or would she be willing to push the older female away. This was a learning experience, and one she would not so easily pass up. She says she cannot boast their family line, but Ambrosia is shaking her slender, feminine skull ever so slightly, before words are falling from parted lips. "Nos sumus in vita eiusdem generis.We are all the same in this life- we are all family.” Occasionally others found her strange for her thoughts or actions, but it was never something to bother Ambrosia. She knew what she knew, just as she would continue to grow and learn so many things.

The Lady Gazardiel tells them she hails from a healer bloodline, much like they are of the assassin blood line. It was a curious thing, to have a healer berserker meet with two deeply bred assassins. Guardian had his skill in fighting, but Ambrosia had never been one all too physical. It was obvious she had the build for it, with her long dancer legs and their considerable muzzle, her narrow waist which allowed pivoted movements at the drop of a dime, and even her over all stature screamed warrior. But instead, her power had manifested within her intellect, and though she was slowly working on skill of combat for it was necessary for her future, she still almost always preferred brain over brawn. A last question is given after she tells them the origin of her name, which almost exactly mirrored Ambrosia’s own thoughts just prior, more than enough to bring a gentle smile upon the most exquisite feminine features. The stranger asks of Diveen, and as her jaws part to answer, a most familiar scent and sight comes into play.

Enderly is a wolf Ambrosia is keen on, but she also sees the way her Father looks at him and the way the black wolf himself looks at others. Perhaps now it is because she is fully grown, and when they met she was still but a smaller child- but violet eyes follow the movement of the second black wolf in their little meet and greet, a wag of her tail disturbing the still air. He moves to her other side, as Guardian is on the other, though he keeps distance between them and does not recline. But this is no worry- the young, fully grown wolf has no problem closing that gap and greeting him just as she would any pack member. A slide along his muzzle, and then pressure against his shoulder, her own unique embrace she would always give those she held dear, before pulling away. Her bright gaze chastised him for not greeting her as he should, though truly her expression held nothing but warmth and kindness for him. At his own greeting, a gentle ‘Enderly’ is falling past her lips as she glances to her brother. She had seem them at the most recent pack party, and the way they had interacted- and she sincerely hoped they would not be the ones to turn Gazardiel away.

And at his curious words, a gentle chuckle is fallen from her jaw before she shakes her head very gently, speaking the common tongue for him simply because she knows he knows no Latina. “She may very well be a distant relative; but she is of another angel blood line than ours. There are many, after all.” Today might be one of a lesson in history, not that she mind, but she wondered if it might bore Enderly. He seemed to enjoy the angels, and the fact that he kept sticking around led her to believe he enjoyed all he went through. But, then again, wolves could be marvelous actors and she also knew that all too well. But regardless, there was a prior question to be answered, and Ambrosia turns back to Gazardiel, her tones once more in the language of their origin. "Diveen latissime patet, et est locus apud far- pleateaus rockfaces porriguntur, et implevit universam terram. Sed multi sunt, et ad sustentationem hodie traditionem et disciplinae nostrae. Bene Heyel sibi.Diveen is a place most wide and far- with pleateaus and rockfaces that stretch the horizon. We angels are many in number there, and to this day we upkeep tradition and our training. Heyel has done well for himself.” Her last few words are accompanied by an almost smirk, or at least as much as Ambrosia could ever smirk. She wondered how much Gazardiel knew of her Grandfather, and if she would catch the humor that laced the younger angels tones. But she would see the reaction played out before her, her attention mostly on the other white angel, though occasionally her violet gaze finds the dark fourms beside her, taking comfort in the wolves all around her.