[color=plum][center][h3]Ambrosia[/h3][/center][/color]

Ambrosia carried the child easily as she moved across the snow at a blinding speed. She was pristine, a viking Queen that was unflustered even by the possible presence of another wolf. Her long blonde hair fell loose for the most part except for a few braids scattered throughout her hair. She was eerie to watch, entirely too graceful and predatory to be anything other than supernatural. Her simple linen tunic was belted around her waist beneath the thick coat she wore but she tucked the pup beneath the thick furs of her jacket.

"[color=plum]Look how precious dear, she is so sweet.[/color]" She cooed softly, swaying slightly to let the child sleep. She weighed next to nothing with Ambrosia's strength, it was as easy as packing a purse one carried all the time. She moved to head inside the small cabin looking at the tiny cot that was still in the cabin. There were blankets on it but she was hesitant to lay the child in the blankets that smelt of a strange wolf so she pulled them away from the cot and laid out fresh blankets from one of the packs. She tucked the small girl into the bed before sitting on the edge. "[color=plum]If there is another wolf he will either join us or find a new home. If he refuses those I think he will not like the third option.[/color]" Her plump lips peeled back at the thought of a fight.