I love it.
Ember often went out to the borders. She knew that it wasn't really her duty, that she wasn't a scout, but she was still really interested in watching who came in and out of the lands. If it was someone that she knew, she would approach quickly...but if she didn't know them then she took her time and watched them for a while. She wanted to make sure that whoever was there wasn't a threat to the AniWaya...her new home.
Earlier that day Ember had gone to the library in the city, where she'd found a couple of books that had seemed pretty interesting. They spoke of native americans, a group of people who lived off the land much like her very own tribe. In fact, she'd found many things that their tribe had in common with the tribes of America. In the pictures, some of the native americans had painted their faces...they'd put two stripes underneath their eyes, and some on their forheads. Ember had tried to replicate this, using dyes and mud to put a horizontal line under each of her eyes, and two vertical lines on her forhead.
She spotted the figure throught the brush of the border and watched it for a few moments, trying to decide who it was. Geneva? She hadn't seen the other for a little while--and a part of her hadn't thought that she'd be seeing her any time soon.
For some reason, her heart began pounding a little faster as she stumbled down from her spot on top of the boulder. Why was she so clumsy all of a sudden? She started running toward the area that she'd last seen the Crimson Dreams wolf, emerging from the brush. "Ah--hello!"