It is apparent that she is a bit late, but her rounds had to be made if only for her mind to be certain. None of her immediate family remain, having scattered to the wind that billows through Moladion and it's various different pack lands. Some perhaps had even sought the freelands, surely convinced that one day the Angel City of Diveen would be what it once was. But that day is not this day, and, in honest truth, Ambrosia in particular hopes to never see that day come again. For while she adores her blood and her culture, the angels that raised her and call her one of their own- she does not agree with most of their mindsets or their pompous ways. Father Azrael is a prime example of such a thing, and while she will always adore and cherish him and the rest of her family, for all they have always given her, the youngest star touched angel child of Andromeda and Azrael has remained in the home she has always known.

While it may be under new reign and ownership by a wolf she has never known, there is one easy way for her to fix it. To meet him and get to know him, and it really was as simple as that. But before she was able to make her way to the small meeting he held, first Ambrosia was intent on making sure to find out just who of her family remained. And as it were, not one of them did. There were cousins, yes, many cousins who still lingered but none that she knew all too well. Having been aspiring Advisor to all of Diveen, over the years she had made it her duty to know each and every wolf of the red plateau's, their faces as well as their names. One day she might have known them all personally, if they hadn't all recently left, but the ones that have remained perhaps her chance remains with them. And with her finally being done with checking each deserted den, and trailing the borders to know which way they had gone so she could find them later, at last she is making haste to the meet and greet. And she doesn't have to go far to find them, as they are not quite in the heart of Diveen as the angels so often enjoyed presenting themselves.

There are one, two- three other wolves of Diveen who have elected to stay, and of them all Ambrosia would appear to be the oldest. And they are all her cousins, of course; little Nineveh, ever growing Hyrule and the most impressive and rather elusive Phaedra. This new leader must be something rather interesting in order to draw the wild girl from her woods. And though she has had minimal to no physical or personal interaction with anyone, Ambrosia's true sweet and forward nature shines through as she moves. Pristine, large and snowy paws bring her graceful fourm forward to greet each three of them in their own turn, pressing her broad white chest against their own in her signature greeting. She is silent as she does this, giving each young wolf a warm, kind and loving smile as well as a dip of her elegant head before at last turning her eyes to the wolf of the hour. Exotic irises of brilliant violet find the darkness of his gaze, her flecks of oranges and emeralds shimmering in the bright afternoon sun as she watches him and immediately does she note all of his injuries. There would be time for that later, however, as it would seem an introduction is in order.

"Ambrosia, I would be, youngest daughter of Andromeda and Azrael- my Father being brother to my once Queen Aunt. I have been on the road to Advisor to Diveen, and now that the pack lay in your paws my path remains the same." Her calm confidence is steady and unwavering, but there is nothing about her tone that speaks of boast or of a pompous notion. In fact, out of all her blood relatives, Ambrosia has always experienced a feeling of different, of being other than them that when she was younger she could never quite place. Now, thanks to the simple maturity that comes with age and the teachings of her Mother, the young wolf fully understands why that is and why it has come to be about. Unlike so many angels in their blood and their culture, she is one of the very few with such an open mind to wolves and the whole world around her. Little Dove, Heyel had named her, even if she herself will never know the true reason. And yet, regardless of that, her intent is the same as Heyel had always seen it to be.

If there is a wolf to change generations, to change the land- to change the world as others see it, it would be the tall and elegant star dusted angel girl standing before them all now. Even as she waves her thick white tail, and leads off with pleasant and honest words. "It's all the pleasure in the world to finally meet you."