When Ambrosia had made the greeting she had known since as far back as she could remember, she felt the touch of the golden boy just behind her white ear. The smile hardly has left her features, and is given to only grow the longer she finds herself in his presence. She can tell he is most pleased when she answers his question, catching the movement of his white highlighted tail. The star dusted angel girl hopes and perhaps even knows that they will indeed be long time friends. He introduces himself as Viserion, and a prince of the realm. By realm, he must mean Spirane, and thus Ambrosia knows herself to be in the company of royalty. As royal as Aunt Isola and cousin Achilles might be. And there it is again, the reminder of Achilles; even more so to know of him as a prince.

The world is a wonderful and peculiar place and life is such a gift that she does not understand how any soul can comprehend anything but that very truth. The youth before her offers her just as much as he asks, and in this he shows his perception of all equal things. Her purely white tail is given to wave behind herself in her pleasantry, and she is very much eager when he asks his next question. Precisely the reason she was here; that would be an easy answer indeed and the girl finds her slender and oh so very feminine skull nodding in tandem with her words as she speaks. "Yes, Viserion, I am here because I seek to be Advisor to my home of Diveen." Ambrosia pauses here, watching intently with bright violet irises so focused on golden ones. It is not for dramatic purposes, purely so that she could take a moment to admire him and their interactions together, before continuing almost immediately. "In order to do so, I have been tasked with visiting each of our allies and seeking to know what they might know and would happily tell me. Of their own home, that is." The young wolf hoped that the even younger wolf was indeed one thirsty for knowledge- she was firm in the belief all wolves should be.

Such a hope showed brightly in the orange and emerald flecks that adorned her gaze, particularly because she held no reason to feel otherwise. So far, the mountain had shown what sort of wolf might linger within, and Ambrosia could not be more pleased with her findings. But of course she is not done with her own questions; truly they have hardly even begun. "What might you be able to share with me of the mountain, Prince Viserion?" And at this last question, though she still remains at his eye level and even with him, she does recline on long and supple legs so that she might find herself more comfortable. There is more grass here in the lowlands than there is in Diveen, and even in the late fall months it feels particularly wonderful against her pristine alabaster coat. Leaning over to accommodate his smaller stature, the angel girl would look quite the sight before her golden companion. But more often than not, her concerns were not what others simply thought about her. No, Ambrosia was keen on what those others thought about all other things around them, beneath them, above them, and inside of them.

There were much more important things to know of and think of than how one simply looked, and that was a particular difference the girl held from some of the wolves in her family. Beside her natural sweetness and kind demeanor, of course, which comes strictly from her Mothers side.