Bright, intense violet eyes glance to the companion at her side with laughter and happiness radiating from within. It felt wonderful to be walking beside him, talking with him, learning about him and what he thought of the world around him. He was a stranger to Moladion as a whole, but he would not remain such for long. Ambrosia was taking him home with her, to meet her family and her kin, and any wolf of Diveen who might very well be interested. And for him to meet whoever he might like to, for truly, she cannot imagine a single soul not liking him. Perhaps, except, for her Father, but he would never be able to tolerate any male around her, she didn't think. Such a thought has an amused chuckle dripping from her lips, glancing once forward toward the vast plateau of her home, before then back to the boy at her side.

For truly, while she did not often think of it, Aiden was but a yearling, though soon to be two come Spring. Ambrosia herself was now fully grown after seeing four years, soon to be five, but it did not.. feel as if she were an adult. In fact, traveling beside him, she felt naught but just like him. Not quite a child, for Aiden did not feel like a child next to her. He just felt like.. Aiden, as she just felt like Ambrosia. It really was as simple as that. Words float between them, soft and sweet, embracing him in a way she hoped he would not mind. "I am very happy to bring you to my home, Aiden. It's beautiful." Ambrosia wondered what it was like where he came from; were there vast open skies, towering trees, raging oceans or looming mountains? She was curious, and so with a certain grace and ease, her words are finding him again, her wonderment brewing just below the surface. "Tell me, what is it like where you come from?"

Genuine sincereity is alight within her bright and intense gaze that is upon him, though it lasts for but a moment longer until a certain scent reaches her senses. Confusion briefly crosses her features, gaze lingering for but a moment longer on him, before turning her attention to locate the source. They are upon the border of Diveen now, though the scent is strong here and therefore the girl must be somewhere near by. Though her mind immediately goes to locating her, her companion is not so easily forgotten. Glancing to him to politely make eye contact as she spoke, she kept it brief, though there was no rush to her tones. "There is a girl about your age- Paravana, and I know she is here but cannot see her. I must find her." Well, she kept it as brief as she could without being rude, and waited for him to give his consent or not- she did not think he would refuse, though- and after which she set about to tracking down the girl. With dark nose close to the snow, Ambrosia focused on the trail the girl had left, following it faithfully until it might be she could find her. It took a few minutes, but with a particular strong whiff of her scent came a small bundle of gold and grey black within her vision.

Immediately, it was obvious something was wrong, and as she nudged the small fourm just at the shoulder she spoke softly, quietly, in their birth language so that it might calm and pull the young girl's mind from wherever it was. "Paravana , ad me, et ad me quid tibi demulceat." Paravana, come to me and tell me what will soothe you. Ambrosia was no healer, and if it was medical attention the girl needed, she would call for her brother or any healer of the pack. So long as she was cared for, she knew the young, strong girl would be alright. Whatever this was, it would pass soon, the star dusted angel girl was certain. Content in her actions, she remained close to Paravana, her large frame lowering so that she may share her warmth with the younger, smaller girl, but her eyes found Aiden. Calling him over, she made sure to add a certain tone of reassurance to her voice, her features collected and warm and welcoming as ever. Introductions were in order, even if the young girl at her side was not quite coherent enough to understand.

"Aiden, this is Paravana." With a concerned glance to the one at her side, who she hoped she kept warm, she gave a gentle nudge of her mostly white muzzle before murmuring her next words gently. "Paravana, this is my friend Aiden.." And just for extra measure, in case the girl might not have caught the words of the common tongue "iste est amicus meus Aiden." Ambrosia hoped that her newest companion was at her side now, and she also hoped that he would not.. panic, as some wolves were when confronted with the unknown. He seemed a rather level headed individual, but, everything was not always as it seemed. But the wolf cannot help the concerned gaze that glances down to the girl, nor the loving kiss that she gives atop her golden and charcoal skull, if only to hopefully rouse her a little more.