She was not to be alone this day. Never was she really alone, but missing the face of a child never really settled. The first to respond was her dearest Ambrosia, a daughter most unique and special. So vastly different from the likes of Celeste and Elara, but they were all wonderful all the same. The dark woman's ears were blessed with the song of her daughter joining in, the voice simply a pleasure in the air, ticking her ears as she heard it. She could sing with her daughter all day and all night. She was close though, her much lighter forms coming in towards her. It was a song sad and yet a song sweet, only brightened by the tones of her daughter.

She dips her inky muzzle towards her daughter as she stands next to her, her yellow eyes falling and connecting with the vastly different eyes of her daughter, so unique and beautiful with every specially placed fleck. Ambrosia comes to show affection, and Andromeda lets her muzzle caress against her now larger daughter, remembering well of the days when she could hardly see over the taller grasses of summer. Her words come flowing as they touch, her heart clenching at them. It was certainly true, and yet, as Ambrosia looked upon here, she knew how deeply she missed seeing the faces of her missing, and simply far away, children. She knew what she meant, Ambrosia, as she pointed to the dark wolf's chest. Yes, forever they are a part of her, and it made the most sense coming from one such as Ambrosia, one so very connected with everything and all. Her head comes in to rest, forehead upon forehead, with her daughter as she inhales her scent, exhaling gently.

"I know, Ambrosia, but one day perhaps, if you do decide to walk the path of Motherhood, you will understand that there is nothing like the feeling of seeing you child's smile and feeling their warmth," she stated, pulling her head away to give her daughter a grin, and gentle affectionate kiss on the nose. Yet her eyes catch a dark figure in the distance, her eyes instinctively drawn to it to ensure it is a creature safe. It wasn't too long ago that she had to lay her fangs on Tobias, and her yellow eyes shoot like lasers towards the incoming wolf. Her ear perk, her senses on high alert, but she is a Mother. She knows the sight of her own son even in the darkest of nights. A whine manages to slip from her muzzle, ears falling back as her tail wags behind her.

"Zaphkiel..." she whispers, absorbing his form as her very heart flutters in joy. He first comes to greet his sister, another whine falling from the dark woman, and then he comes to her, pressing his chest against her own, and she does not hesitate to press into him, to curl her neck around him in an embrace, with her yellow eyes hiding being veiled lids as she digs her muzzle into his fur. She inhaled his scent, something she would never forget, and whined happily as he announced he was home. She wanted to tell him to never leave, to never wander far again for it only makes her heart call to him, but she knew that was a selfish request that she could not make. He pulled away, but Andromeda was not entirely ready, rushing forth to shower him in kisses.

"My son, my dear son Zaphkiel, I am...so happy you are home, my dear, there is always a home here for you, always," she said with her heart thumping. The voice of her son Mithos came thundering over the situation, he was always confident and powerful with his words, and he saw much within the star much as the stargazer Yojimbo. The stars were an important aspect of life, but she was no Stargazer. She turned her eyes to essentially the red version of herself, muzzle contacting muzzle in affection. He must have known that Zaphkiel was coming, must have read it in the stars, and the star crowned woman smiled at her dear son. Yet Mithos is a bit direct, questioning Zaphkiel of his sudden arrival back home.

Yet she cannot be phased, she is curious as well, and of course her very being was getting naturally giddy at the feeling of Azrael getting closer. She turned to him as he came, grinning as she gently mouthed his muzzle after he teased her own ear, his words making her glow with a blanket of light joy. Their forms pressed against each other, and she was certainly feeling the melancholy fade among the bond of family. Azrael does join in, questioning Zaphkiel, scolding him as a father would. Andromeda smirked playfully. Azrael did like to project his true emotions through her, stating that she was worried sick. Well, of course she was, but that was simply Azrael's way of voicing it too. They were indeed of one soul separated, imprints bonded for eternity. She leaned herself into Azrael, teasingly poking her muzzle at his face. She would await Zaphkiel's answer, thrilled to see him, yet wondering what adventures he got himself into while he was gone.