The appearance of Vortigerns friend sees the mismatched eyes of the boy swing towards her as she approaches, the nod of the head she offers met easily with a dip of his own in response, tail momentarily waving. It was a pleasing thing, truly, that Vort should be given to have friends outside their family. Tzadkiel is close to his brother to be sure, after all, brothers should be close- yet sometimes the quiet, ever contemplative Tzadkiel is half given to think that Vort worries too much, to often, about too many things- namely himself. He knows his brother is protective, determined to protect everyone and everything he holds dear and while Tzad would surely never dissuade him, his nature far too gentle for that, he is often given to wonder why it is so his brother feels the need to try to shield him from all things they think are dangerous. It would be good, he thinks, for his brother to protect a girl then to protect him. Surely girls warranted more protection didn’t they? He is pleased in the least that Scarlett agrees with his idea of a visit to Diveen, Vort too, not seeming unopposed to the idea as the little black puppy allows his gaze to return now to their guardian- awaiting her decision. That she had never been within he Angel city was surprising to Tzadkiel, whom had come to assume she had surely been almost everywhere and yet he seeks to only add to her words in his usual ,quiet manner.

“They are more than allies, they are family, grandmother and grandmother live there and Father Zaphkiel is cousin to King Achilles himself- this I know.”

Tzadkiel, it would seem, knew rather a lot as was often the case with those who spoke rarely and listened often, seeking to assure Namira that such a journey was surely a suitable thing. His pleasure at her agreement is met with an easy grin, lips pulled backward pleasantly as he moves to walk once more, his little limbs beating hurriedly against the earth in an effort to keep up before they are suddenly halted once more- his own ears pricking forward at the sound Namira draws their attention to. His lips part to speak, silenced only by Vortigern adopting a more dominant pose once more, striding forward to assure them all he would not allow them to be injured. Tzadkiel merely allows himself a faint grin of sorts, softly chuckling at his brothers determination though daring not to offend him.

“It is one of those…canyon dogs.”

He does not know the word ‘coyote’ it would seem, merely describing where he has heard the animal often rests along with its canine appearance, eyes flicking to their leader for some sort of conformation before she continued and he moved to follow after her once more. As they pause at the berries, Tzadkiel moves to do as instructed, leaning forward to examine them, though truly he hardly knows what he is looking for upon them. He has no desire to be a healer and yet hardly wishes to appear impolite in response to a question being asked. He is his grandmothers grandson, it would seem.

“I don’t know.”