It seems that, at first, Aiden does not quite know how to react to Ambrosia's gesture of welcoming.But bright, violet irises retain their warmth and their welcome in lieu of his confusion. She knows that at times, she is considered strange to others, but she does not mind such a thing. For while they are all the same, they are all vastly different, and it is naught but a thing of life. But after a moment of confusion on his handsome features, it is soon passing and excitement takes its place. His own white tail is a flurry of movement and it is contagious as her own white tail moves in tandum to his. When Ambrosia gives her greeting to Alcmene just as she had done Aiden, she is pleased to find the girl responding and greeting her in return. It was not that she minded the male's hesitation, but was just glad that her other friend picked up on such a thing so well. She was glad to have found others so intelligent and so beautiful- though if they had been dumb and ugly, Ambrosia would be undoubtedly treating them much the same. For, as previously mentioned, they were all one and yet none at all.

With Alcmene dancing to Aiden's opposite side, large white paws fall into step on the other side of him, keeping him safe and comfortable between the female duo. Then they are off, traveling in sync with one another, with three pairs of young, fresh eyes to take in the beauty and wonder around them. It is not yet Winter, but very soon it will be and very soon all the colours around will dull and be frosted in white. Long legs keep the angel girl well above most of the upcoming snow and her thick pelt keeps her plenty warm. But when she was younger, much like her two new friends, it had taken what felt like forever for her legs to finally reach their potential and aid her where she needed it. Memories of a young tyke trudging through the snow float to her mind, and she wonders how her friends will handle the upcoming snows. They are both young yet, but ever growing, and in time Aiden looked like he would perhaps rival her in her own height. Not that she would mind, of course. They were all shaped their own ways and moved their own ways, and they were each beautiful and wonderful all in their very own right. A soft 'hoot' has stark white ears and exotic eyes honing in on the source- a gigantic and beautifully white snowy owl is perched in an evergreen not too far from them, and with soft spoken words she hopes that her friends might catch the sight in time. "There, to our right- up in the highest branches of the evergreen.." While the avian might very well be large enough to carry a pup off, Ambrosia was big enough to deter him from either of her friends- she hoped, at least. And if it came to it, she would step between them and danger any time, any day, and any place. But it is with ease and comfort that she keeps her eyes on the avian beauty above them, unwilling to let him out of her sight but eager for her friends to see what her eyes see.

After all was said and observed, white paws continued forth in their trek, seeking out what other wonders they may cross paths with or stumble upon. And, though she was on the far side from Alcmene, her soft and kind features found the girl often just as she found Aiden often, keeping contact and warmth between all three. Sweet as she always was, it also almost seemed that warmth and kindness was a thing always radiating off of her in full waves. There was never a time where kindness was not on her face, and this day, if anything, proved just that and what exactly kind and beautiful words were capable of.