There were times where a mind and soul had to be free of restrains, and allowed solace to regather and simply mediate. This was a time for the fully grown, albeit young female wolf that found herself in the forest. Though sight was brought to a minimal due to the dense foliage overhead and the abundance of tree trunks all around, Ambrosia still found herself at home here just as she did in all other places. While she had been born in Diveen and to the angels, as it were, the wolf had always felt she had been born to the entire world. All others were born just so, only many did not know it. It was not her duty to show and to guide them, for if they wished to learn of it they would on their own, but instead it was her duty to learn more herself. To gather and to grow, to watch and to observe and to know anything and everything she ever could. Each and every one of her siblings had shown her the differences that existed in the world. Where some were vain, others were content and modest. Where some were adventerous, others were meek and milk. And where some where inter-connected, miraculously involved in so much around them, others were shut off, shut down and isolated. It was almost as if her own family were an example of the entire world surrounding them, but not many of them looked at it the same. Not at all.

Ambrosia herself was one of the very few that felt connected and apart of all the things around her. Many conversations had passed between Mother and child at all the wisdom and information there is in the world, as well as the matter of right and wrong. And much like life itself, there was no true right and no true wrong. Everything was what it was, and that was more than enough for her, just as it might one day be for everyone else. Just maybe. And just like life, there were other beings and creatures within these woods, and the young and tall pale angel was keen on seeking few out. Who they might be, well, that might just be up to Fate, or whomever might fall across her path first. And it does not take her long to find them, not at all. Bright violet irises take in the fourm of one young male, and one young female. The male is pale as snow, much like herself, lacking any true definition to the hues of his fur, much like her Grandfather Heyel, and his eyes were dual toned, something truly fascinating to the point of her jaw tilting slightly in her observation. And then the female- she was a lovely swirl of greys and silvers, the combined sight of them both sending her plush, thick white tail to wag slowly behind herself. Sweet as ever, she gives them a welcoming greeting with her voice in a bark, her large white paws bringing her frame toward them, only to pause at a polite distance.

A gentle and warm smile is upon her features as she glances between the duo, having just caught the end snippet of the males words, understanding his name to be Aiden. But seeing as she did not yet know the females, she turned a curious, bright gaze upon her to voice such thoughts, her sweet and confident feminine tones filling the air between them. "I heard praytell of Aiden, but forgive me for not coming soon enough for your own. May I know it?" In general, Ambrosia may speak with an overkill of politness, but it wasn't intentional to perhaps be overly so. It was all natural to the young wolf, for she saw no reason at all to be rude or nervous, to be volatile or unnecessary. Pleasantries came both simple and complex, though what might be simple to one might be complex to another. One supposed it all had to do with the mind and brain and all it's lovely functions. And after it was the female hopefully gave her name once more, Ambrosia was keen on a slight bow of her elegant and delicate features, her ever sweet voice coming forth for the both of them as exotic eyes glanced between the two. "I am Ambrosia, and I am so very pleased to meet you both."

There was nothing but a genuine tone in her voice, and perhaps an eager and warm one as well. Often it was Ambrosia came across those older than her who saw her a child, albeit a tall one, but a child all the same. And now she had come across those younger, though she did not see them as children at all. They were but young wolves, much like herself, and though she might have a few years on them, it was hardly a factor in anything at all. They had knowledge in their brain same as she, perhaps more or perhaps less, it did not matter, so long as they might be willing to share in their words and their adventures as she hoped so many others wished to do. They would show her with their reactions, one by one, and she would be happy to know it all.