Even despite one year of growth upon his form the boy is still easily the shortest and smallest amongst the all, lacking the height and long legs that his Angel blood should so dictate, the small black and red puppy hurrying along behind the others in an effort to keep up, refusing as always to be left behind as white limbs hurry across the earth. He does not call out however, nor ask for them to stop or slow, it is not truly within his nature to cause a fuss even when perhaps he should. He is the quietest, the softest of all his siblings and yet to mistake such softness for cowardice or weakness is an error most grave all the same. There is little about Tzadkiel that is weak, despite his size and quiet nature. The boy is driven, stubborn, wilful when he should choose to be and more independent then he would appear behind his polite manners and often silent ways. He is a listener, truly, more inclined to hear then to speak and already he has discovered there is great merit to this. He allows Namira to go ahead, his brother and the one he calls Scarlett ahead of him too as they move and yet the boy simply moves diligently onwards in silent contentment, allowing his mismatched gaze to observe the world around him.

Namira is right in her words. The woodlands are different to the forest, the trees and plants and manner upon which they exist situated in a way entierly different to his home, the black boy with the red-flecked face pausing to examine on particular moss coloured stone, paws lifting to sweep across it before he hurries after his companions once more, arriving just in time to hear the older female whom had guided them asking after their opinion as to where to go. Vort is given to speak even before Tzadkiel can consider the sentence, his own gave moving to look in the direction of Diveen, a frown creasing his features before he nodded at last.

“We have a lot of family in Diveen, we could go there, to the Angel City.”

He smiles then, politely, seemingly pleased with this idea as his small tail waves and he seats himself before the older female and beside his brother now.

“Could we not go in to it? Vort and I are part Angel, at least, I am sure we could go in. I should like to see it. Can we, Miss Namira?”