She is laying on her back in the middle of the tall grass when a lovely melody reaches her ears and she tenses to listen. The handsome voice speaks to her, and when silence claims the air once more Ambrosia remains still for a few long seconds. Her mind is contemplating this stranger and why his voice might be very slightly familiar to her. Surely it must be something she imagined, for she would never forget a voice of someone she knew. Regardless of this, however, curiosity has her rolling to large white paws that allow her rise above the tall grasses she lounge in. Unlike the wolf she now headed toward, the grass came not to her shoulder but down her further down her legs, which allowed her bright violet eyes to scope out the area ahead with ease. She could see a dark figure up on the beach ahead, and long, lovely legs have no problem covering the short distance between them.

Gloriously emerging from the tall grass that truly was not tall to her, Ambrosia is kind and gentle in her approach as she always is. A sweet smile is painted across her beautifully speckled features, and exotic irises are curious and searching as they roam his face. When she is close enough, of course, she drinks him in for every soul that she meets is another flavour. Still, she gets that feeling of familiarity, but again she shakes it off and figures it is simply something else. "You have a beautiful voice, stranger. I am Ambrosia." Forward, she is, and always kind and honest. He is sitting so that the tips of his paws might catch the occasional gentle waves of the inland lake, and she joins him in this in boldly seating herself just beside him. Dark fur did not mix with light fur, but they were well within touching distance, and for two complete strangers Ambrosia was entirely at ease.

"What may I call you?" There was an eagerness to her question that was left unmasked, for she had no reason to cover it up. The stardusted angel wolf had always been along the lines of something like naive, and yet for all that she was worth she meant nothing but wellness and good intentions for all. While she waited for what he might say to her with his lovely voice, she allowed her violet irises to dance across his frame, admiring the blackness of his pelt and the contrast of his silver markings. She also eyed the burrs that clung unfortunately to his dark coat, and she made a mental note about them to herself. She would take care of them, but first, she wanted to hear his voice again and if she had to ask him another question so be it.