Often, it was, that the startouched angel girl found herself deep within the individual realms within Moladion. Her want to learn more and know more led her further from her birth land and into the wilds. It was there that she met other souls, who offered her words some of which the like she had never known. But it was all so very interesting, fascinating- so very beautiful that Ambrosia was not one to resist. It was how she found herself in the dark, along the river with a lovely, fat, plump marmot hanging from her jaws. The thick woods to the North of the river were sublime hunting grounds for many a little woodland critter. Large and tall as she may be, Ambrosia knew well how to gracefully move between the trees and shrub. Her feminine stature was slender enough for agility to be a strong point of hers, though strength was never an issue either. In fact, if anything, the girl of almost all pale white would be an all rounder, skilled at any and all trade- though her preferred one was that of knowledge.

Not all others had such thoughts as her own, but that was all a part of what life was. They were all different, no matter how similar they may be; just as they were all the same, no matter how different they were. It was most of the reason Ambrosia so enjoyed to happen upon others, because one never knew what they might find. And so, when exotic violet irises flecked with emerald and sunkissed orange find the pale features of another, a warmth is spreading across her own delicate features and she is pivoting toward them. The warm, delectable fat meal still hung from her slender jaw, but her eyes were bright and keen with interest in watching the female attack what seems to be an itchy spot upon her tail. Tiliting her alabaster skull- marked with charcoal atop her muzzle and crimson at her chin, with the same charcoal freckling as the latter- Ambrosia wondered at this stranger for but a moment before politely placing her prize at her large paws, opening up the usage of her jaw so that she may speak. "Hello, beautiful stranger. Are you new here?"

While she wouldn't say she knew all wolves within Moladion, it was also obvious to her that this stranger was a new arrival to the land. Her coat held the scent of the world outside of Moladion, one Ambrosia herself had been to, only to return home from. It was not that she had no interest in a world outside this one, but it had been time for her to be back. Just as it would be time once again for her to leave. And, because she is of the angels and startouched royalty, she is never forgetting herself, giving a graceful dip of her jaw toward the earth, for introductions are in order. "I am Ambrosia, and I would be most happy if you wanted to join me in my meal." At that, a gesture is given to the morsel at her paws, for, surely, there is enough for the both of them should the female accept her invitation. If the stranger had come across most other wolves in Moladion, let alone those with a fresh meal- she may not have been so lucky. But as it were, Ambrosia, sweet as her namesake, had found the young female this night, and that meant that it would undoubtedly be a pleasant affair for the both of them. At least, Ambrosia knew no reason for it not to be, less the stranger decline her invitation.