Really, she was just trying her best to stay out of everyone's way. Despite some wolves' best attempts, Ember's heat had taken over her, and she was utterly uncomfortable with everything the season was proving to encompass. Yet the Bend was far more tight knit of a pack than the Pines had been (even if it was just now beginning to pull together), and Ember knew she wouldn't be able to completely ghost her way through the month like she wanted.
Especially when it came to Lena.
Ember had wanted to befriend the girl; they were around the same age and the other youth had a sunny, vibrant personality that was reminiscent of Ember's own bubbly persona. It seemed they would make good friends, and why shouldn't they? Despite discovering that the very reasons she'd chosen the pack were long gone, she planned on keeping her word and sticking with the group for the long haul. So long as the pack wasn't plagued with disappearances like the Pines had been, it was likely that these were the wolves she would grow old with.
But now? The past few times she'd run into the other, she'd left utterly mortified. Something about the girl was pulling her in like a magnet and heating her up like a fire. It tied her tongue and stole her grace, and the worst part of it was that as much as she hated acting the way she did, a part of her still hoped to keep running into her. Lena was on her mind far more than she should have been, and even when she knew what she was headed toward, Ember couldn't help herself.
They were about to cross paths, the wind told her. It was accidental, and she still had time to stop it, to turn away. But not only would that be rather rude, but that base instinct within her wanted this chance passing. Her ears tipped downward as the other girl came into view, muted gold catching the softest green. She tried on a smile, but maybe it was more of a grimace.
"Heya, Lena."