The mountain had been so very pleasant and beautiful. And the young wolf she had met, with his golden eyes and equally golden coat. He just so happened to be a son of the young Queen, making him an even younger Prince. Viserion had been his name, and Ambrosia had enjoyed his company very much. Making friends was one of the many many things she enjoyed about life. Almost if not everything in life was something she enjoyed, the positive as well as the negative. It was all apart of the same thing, after all, just as they each as wolves were. From the high peaks the angel girl moves, not West back toward Diveen but North where the slopes lead into the forests that become Taviora. Kane had tasked her with visiting with each of their allies and learning what she could, of any news and changes that have happened. The forest pack made the most sense since it was just beside the mountain, and she had never been to the lands either. Her eldest brother Starfall lived in Taviora, as did cousin Solaris, son to Aunt Isola. Perhaps she might find them both in the forest in her time here, but she was truly here on business and would come back if she had to track them down.

Long slender legs coated with supple muscle move her tall frame gracefully through the forest, and it is much again like her experience with the mountain. Never before has she seen anything like it, and so with fascination and wonder she travels deeper toward the heart of the forest until it is she comes upon a territory line. She will not cross it, not without permission, and so simply lifts her slender muzzle to the sky and lets loose her call. Her reaction is instant as the sound pierces the air, for unlike the wide and open skies of Diveen her voice is so loud and rebounds between each tree and every branch. Ambrosia can still hear the echo sounding off even when her voice has long since fallen silent, and there is a certain chilly aspect to it as well as her natural born curiosity. Woodlands were something she always enjoyed, but even Enocra had nothing on the pine forest that is Taviora. The bed of pine needles beneath her large white paws are different than any forest floor she has known.

She moves her paws absentmindedly, enjoying the cushion given because of those very needles. They are crisp from falling from their branches earlier in the Autumn, and she can only imagine how soft they would feel fresh and green in the Spring. She knows then that she will indeed be back to the forest after the Winter has come and gone, and perhaps even during the Winter. To see the trees and what green they still retained coated in white was a lovely image, and she thought of it and day dreamed of it until another wolf might find her. Diveen and Taviora were more than allies- Coszcotl and Moth both had lived in Diveen before the forest had become the pack it is today. Ambrosia had never met him first hand, but she looked forward to meeting Coza and any of the wolves to call this place home. In the back of her mind she wished so very hard that her big brother would show up as well, but he was reclusive and had his own life. She would find him when she may, and for now, she was more than happy to wait for whomever might present themselves.