She waits in her position, and though it had not been so at first- slowly Ambrosia can feel the cramping of her muscles. And so when the young boy suggests venturing further into Spirane, closer to the mountain so that she may see it better, immediately does she straighten her spine with her white tail sweeping the ground behind her. The star dusted angel girl has never been much of a bashful creature, and her excited nature shows in her voice and demeanor unhindered. "I would be honoured Prince Viserion." So when he is turning to lead the way, she is eagerly falling into step beside him. It does not take effort for her to keep her strides slow and even to match his own. She towers over him, yes, but always has she been mindful of others. Particularly young others, who were the ones she related herself best to. It is as they walk that he speaks once more to her, stark white ears eager to listen and learn all that they possibly could.

There were three princes, and then were was a princess it would seem. It was joyous news, truly, to know that the Queen of the Mountain had been so prosperous so early on in life. It reminded the mostly white wolf of Aunt Isola in a way, and amusement showed on her features the more she was reminded of her own family. All things were connected, after all, so truly it came as no surprise. She wondered to herself then what her new friend might think about such thoughts, but she is patient as she awaits further words. He does catch her slightly off guard, though, when he quickens his pace only to leap up onto a stump right in front of them. Ambrosia almost asks why, until it is Viserion turns to face her, a clever smile upon his features at his find. He is a smart one indeed, for now they are at simple eye level and there is no need for her to twist her spine to accomplish it. And because often actions speak louder than words, even as he speaks the angel girl is pushing her dark nose against his shoulder in both a loving and friendly gesture. It is her way of praising him without speech, and though he is not family he is friend in the oldest of ways.

The young Prince goes on to mention Pan, advisor to his Mother, and that she might do well to seek him out. Nodding her large slender skull, she is agreeing with him as she waits out the last of his words. She also happens to be agreeing with the fact that Isola and Kane have been long time friends with the wolves of the Mountain, and would probably know all that she might bring back to them. But it was worth a try, if anything at all. It seems also they have been growing as a pack themselves, though some higher rankings remain unfilled. This is information she deems more than worthy, and her grateful expression shows it, as does the friendliness in her overall aura. "I will find this Pan fellow, perhaps when I next return to the Mountain to seek out my friend I've found in a Prince." Her signature kind and sweet smile accompanies such words, as does the comfort and relaxation of her fourm. But, as much as she might like it to be a strictly social meeting, duty to family will always call. Standing up so that she may stretch her limbs to prepare for the journey home- bowing her front end low to the earth while keeping violet eyes on him, she speaks. "Thank you, Viserion, for all that you have shown me and given me this day. A girl does not forget such things."

Leaning forward out of her stretch, she makes to bump her dark nose against his own in kindness and friendship. Her small amount of sorrow at cutting their meeting off is shown in her features, as is the promise of her return very soon. She does not turn to go away until her last words are given, all the while keeping exotic irises locked on to pleasant warm gold ones. "Come Spring I will return here, to meet Pan and to find you. I hope you won't be too far." At that, she is finally turning on large paws and long legs, eager and ready to make her trip back home at last and share all that she knows with her most beloved Aunt and Uncle.