tell the world I'm coming home

It wasn't terribly alarming for Ambrosia to watch the surprise paint his handsome features. What he was so surprised by, she wasn't quite sure; already she'd learned that wolves with coats as blue as the sea itself weren't terribly common around here, so perhaps he was alarmed at her appearance, though it'd also appeared like he was distracted by something. Both options seemed equally as likely, and she settled on his reaction being a mixture of both. It was hard to keep a bit of emotion from creeping onto her own face, part impressed and part curious as well. It was rare she saw wolves his size, and she was impressed by his physique.

His facade settled into something far more pleasant after a moment. The stranger wore a smile, one she mimicked quite easily, and even her eyes lit up with warmth. She wondered why he was here, and if he had a home on either side of this sand-bridge. She was thirsty for knowledge of these lands and what sort of wolves inhabited it - she hoped he could offer her some answers, in due time. "Tell me, does the ocean call to you as it does to me?" Her words were whimsical, almost sing-song as she sniffed at the air, briefly letting her head swing to cast her gaze over the horizon before settling back on him.