She lays with large white paws resting just at the edge of one of the small pools that litter the area near to the waterfalls. The warmth of summer had finally arrived, and the tall viking like wolf is kept cool in the presence of the faint mist that each waterfall gives off. They are not plentiful enough to make it visible to the eye, but she can feel the difference in the temperature here compared to elsewhere in Moladian, and so this was her chosen place to be on this given day. Her white lower limbs with their short fur always remained at a comfortable temperature, but the rest of her thick and plush, luxurious coat was one that she could easily over heat in.

Currently, Ambrosia had no particular stresses or anxieties, for she had not yet decided to make her way toward the home she had once known. Diveen would be there for her always, and she would return to it as she had always meant to, to be at the place she had always meant to. She takes her time though, for that is the way that she has always gone about her life. She's always been a patient soul and prone to do things in a way that may differ from most others. Right now, however, she could be just another angel lounging by the waters edge, if there were still her kind to be found in Moladian. By the conversation she had had with the boy on the tundra, her family had indeed carried on and there were bound to be more angels around than the last time she had been here.

Perhaps she would find them, seek them out in time and learn what had become of the City of Angels, from afar, to begin with, before it was finally time to make her approach. There were many thoughts that cultivated in her mind about how exactly things may play out, and it was while she was day dreaming in the middle of all those scenarios that the air changed around her and she became hyper aware. There was now another there with her, his cologne tickling her senses as it had finally wafted close enough to be detected. Since her nose caught him first before anything, the involuntary rising of her russet hackles painted in speckles of snow is soon recognized and just as quick as they had risen they flatten out and she remains laying comfortable. The stranger is behind her, and while she wants to glance back behind her shoulder she resists the temptation.

It may not be the smartest thing for her to do, but perhaps it is her naive nature that has never left her, and in a way it translated to an easy confidence. Always Ambrosia had been sure of herself, and today was no different, for it was only a moment later that her melodic voice was reaching out to them. "There is always room for more to take refuge from the heat." There is nothing false about her tones, for she has never been anything but a genuine soul. She does not yet know this other that she may come to face, but in time she certainly will.

Violet eyes with bright shards of emerald and orange eagerly search as she turns to what sounds like an approach from her right, white shoulder leaning as her body stretches in this curious look. If the stranger continued up to the edge of the pond like herself, then she would push her graceful frame upward so that she could better look upon them without having to look up at such a steep incline. But if they kept their distance she would remain in her comfortable position for she wouldn't have to tilt her slender skull much in order to look upon them. With a patience inherited entirely from her Mother, something that had always been lost with Azrael, the snow and star speckled angel awaits this other that is visiting the waterfalls and ponds as she finds herself this day.