She had lived as she always had, in the present moment without looking back and ever eager for the next adventure. Large white paws had brought her down to the shade of the grotto, where the cool though damp air enticed her to relax and seek reprieve. Summer was not yet upon them, but each day felt warmer than the last and though the rain showers were still frequent, she had begun to notice their presence less and less. Thus earlier in the day, before the sun had risen to it’s high point in the sky the stardusted angel had made her way into one of the entrances to the grotto itself. Content to find her way in the dim light, she settled on a medium sized place with a small pool of fresh spring water that she could indulge in as she pleased. What she fancied most of all about her chosen place, however, was the filtered light from several cracks in the ceiling and the way she could see light rays illuminated through the otherwise dimly lit area.

For hours she watched these splinters of light as they moved along with the sun overhead, slowly cycling through gradual angles that kept her fascinated. In her observation she swore she could see small particles of what she suspected to be pollen, or perhaps even dust though the caverns had never been a particularly dry place. In fact, moss covered the stone beneath where she lay creating a rather comfortable cushion for her, another positive to her chosen spot. Ambrosia had always been keen on that- finding the good and light in the dark and otherwise unknown.

Her attention is taken away from her endeavor at the sound of a sharp crack, and though she knows not what the sound is from she finds herself curious all the same. Lean muscles that have been lounging for hours give a slight resistance as she pushes herself up and forward but beside a brief sensation the feeling is fleeting. Never once had she begun to feel her true age in her bones, and though her body continued it’s aging her mind and outlook never would. She retained the childlike wonder and inquisitiveness that had graced her as a child, and coupled with her self-awareness that she had struggled with as a child, she had long ago found a strange sense of peace within herself. She strove for nothing in particular, no set goal or destination but simply to be and to be as much as was physically possible. She hoped also to aid others in their ability to be and had full intentions of doing just that wherever and whenever she possibly could.

As she gained on the entrance she had come through some long hours ago, the filtered light slowly shifted in color and intensity to match the full sun outside. Though she very much enjoyed the cool air that the innards of the grotto offered, she was also very keen on the scent in the air wafting toward her that held hints of wildflowers and the green forest in full swing. They were magnificently beautiful scents that she cherished immensely; then all at once there was something else to put the icing on the cake and that was the scent of another wolf, who was very close by. Picking up her pace, pushing the thought of the sound that had brought her out to the open in the first place, long legs are quick to close the distance and at last she can see him. His scent is stronger now, and though it isn’t one she immediately knows, she knows there’s a familiarity to it all the same.

Niyol had never told her more about this Ophi individual, but Ambrosia knew in her heart that family remained in Moladian. She hadn’t sought them out, and one day she may change the fact, but it would seem that on this day that a relative has found her first. Though she knows not who he is to her, she approaches him in a friendly manner all the same, her thick white tail waving slowly behind her graceful haunches. Though the years had passed her by, her demeanor is much the same as her youthful mindset, never quite fitting the seriousness that other older wolves seemed to carry with them. Instead, she was carefree and easy in her gaze and observation of him, her exotic violet eyes lacking scrutiny entirely just as her face lacks any sense of malice. She knows this wolf, and yet she knows that she doesn’t know them, and is determined to figure out what that made him to her. The longer she went over his scent, the more she recognized it as a part of her self and from her life before she left Moladian. He was dark as well, the shade of his fur something she knew but not from where.

What struck her the most and brought a breathless greeting of a soft Hello from her lips was his eyes, for the opalescent silver there she knew well. Ambrosia had not meant many wolves in her lifetime with stunningly pale eyes such as his, but the first wolf she had ever met with such a gaze had been with her always. She’d adored Enderly in her own naïve and innocent way, and though it had been many, many years since she had seen him, she feels in these moments as if she’s seeing him again and for the very first time. And yet, she knows it is not him, though perhaps some other part of him. The wolf was young where she was old, and Enderly had been old where she had been young. Where do you come from, wolf of my past, all in one? It was perhaps a confusing question the way it came out, but she did not pause long enough to allow a moment to wonder. Do you hail of Diveen, or Taviora? I am Ambrosia, once a child who belonged to the city of angels. Who are you? She could hardly contain her excitement and it showed through the eager tones of her voice, as well as the bright interest shown through her eyes.

Though she had come close, she did not invade his personal space- the dark wolf had seemed fearful when she first looked upon him, and he was younger and smaller than her and she had long understood the way others looked upon her for her stature. She was a viking of a wolf with long, muscled legs to match and a finely shaped chest that left her immensely powerful. But power and strength had always been the furthest thing from her mind, and though she was entirely capable she had never been a wolf to fight or even to anger. Ambrosia was truly as mellow and sweet as they came, and her tail gave another couple slow wags to emphasize her encouragement toward this wolf and to spill the information she was so looking forward to learning all about.