There was something most pleasant about the duo that stood before Ambrosia. Both had a rather warm, comfortable quality to them, and the young stardusted angel felt herself more than a little at ease with them. Making friends throughout life was something fantastic and something the wolf considered eternal. No matter where they all went in life, no matter where they were- their bonds and their connections would forever remain. At least, that was how Ambrosia saw it. Everyone had their own thoughts, their own opinions, and no one was right persay; it was all simply different. Both girl and boy seem eager to see her and forward in their body language and speech, and the almost completely white wolf does not hinder the smile upon her features, nor the friendly sweetness that rolled off her in waves. Matching her namesake, she had always been a sweet, warm thing, welcoming and open to any and all others. Even the Black Prince, Tobias, she had spent some time with, albeit it was mainly just to save her family and that black wolf from any further harm. The black wolf had been a demon, but such things did not matter to Ambrosia. Angel or not, a wolf was a wolf, regardless of pelt colour, regardless of heritage- regardless of anything. Just as the two before her were living, breathing beings and souls, so were the darkest of them that seemed to know no good.

The charming, tinkling of the girls voice was soothing and one the angelmarked wolf appreciated immensely. She was pleasant to listen to, and given the time she would gladly listen to anything the girl had to say. But there were three of them this day, and it was only polite to split such attention between them. Glancing with exotic eyes to the boy, Aiden, when he moves, the thick reach of her tail behind her is giving several sweeping wags. So nice it was, to find others so light and happy and wonderful, not to mention oh so very beautiful. Ambrosia was not a vain creature, but that did not mean she did not appreciate the beauty in the world. For there was beauty in all things, even if some did not see it- and the young pair before her were no different. They both were beautiful; Aiden with his dual toned eyes and pale pelt that so similarly matched her own, and Alcmene with her tangled web of silvers and grey, and deeply bright emerald eyes with their blue band. They were both wonderfully spectacular, and Ambrosia appreciated and cherished every moment she found herself with them. And when the girl asked what now, her attention was drawn to the boy, who spoke both excitedly and animatedly. Bringing another few sweeping wags to her tail, Ambrosia found her large, pristinely white paws moving in place, pawing the earth in the process simply out of exictement. It felt like it had been a long time since she had romped and played as children often do, and there was something about this particular day that had her ready for any game.

Older she might be than them, and with a rather wise and old soul- but that did not mean Ambrosia did not enjoy the simple pleasures in life. To run and to frolick was carefree and relaxing, especially done in the joyful company of others. At his suggestion, her mostly white skull is nodding with excitement, bright eyes glancing to the girl now in hopes that she might agree as well. "To walk with you both- to enjoy the beauty around us and within, would be my ultimate pleasure." Ambrosia did not think Alcmene would refuse the invitation, but there could always be unknown, unseen variables that could change it all. It was never proper to assume, and so the girl of white was never one to do so. Instead, she would always ask, always wait politely and patiently for any answer that may come. And while she waited, she had an urge to greet her newly found friends in the way of her own, influced rather heavily by her angel heritage. Cautious in her movements, she goes to Aiden first, making eye contact with him with an expression almost as if she were asking permission. And should she recieve the okay, or something even vaguely similar to such, she would move forward to slide her muzzle along his shoulder before pressing the white of her chest against his own. By angel standards, it was done muzzle against muzzle, but from a young age Ambrosia had taken her own spin on things. The contact lasted a long moment of warmth and grace, before it was she pulled away, a smile for him upon her features in her last moment of eye contact before turning to the girl and preforming much the same gesture; if allowed, of course.

Words might have been offered during, of course, to which she would have fully listened while continuing her actions. Wherever it was they might wish to go, Ambrosia would be with them. And should they know not which direction to take, she would allow her large white paws to guide them where they might go, any which direction, if only to see and look and enjoy all things around them. It seemed that this day, more than a weary mind would be rested, for it seemed a lonely soul would be kept company as well. And a broken soul could ask for no more.