She felt stronger and more confident than ever without her parent’s unreasonable expectations. Before her fight with them she had never wondered far from home and all home had were her blood and their mates. She felt she truly left home at a symbolic time, as winter to spring was all about new things and this was as new as she could get. She normally judge others from afar, it's how she gauged the reaction to her pranks; she avoided messing with ones who couldn't or wouldn't handle it. Of course she did care for some of her siblings, but only the ones who cared for her; which was not many and the ones who did all had families of her own. She simply was a puzzle piece that didn't fit that particular puzzle.
The impact itself was mild, as she had aimed for, though the boy did seem a bit dazed from landing; she hadn't missed the beginning of a snarl upon his maw, but he covered it up just as it began. She turned her luminescent yellow-green eyes to the dark boy beneath her as he spoke, half expecting some sort of chastisement in reaction to her prank, but no such severe criticism occurred. In fact the only judgment that arises appeared to be more of a suggestion.
"Perhaps you are right. I am unharmed, what about you?" she answer his question almost immediately, and in turn asked hers; after all she had not met to injure him. She loved the word ‘perhaps’; it had a certain amount of trickery and uncertainty to it. The fiery female 'was' deceitful, however only in such a way that was for purely for fun and amusement; to harm seriously, unless necessary, was not her style.
She realized that he was observing her for weakness, and she did the same; it was only natural one should do such in case things wrong, you want to know both your opponents' and your allies’ weaknesses. She had grown up as the youngest of many 'perfect' siblings; she had to train herself to think in such ways. Deciding she didn't want to push his patents with her to the point he'd just push her off and leave, she lifted her weight from his body careful not to actually trip for that would probably hurt for both of them.
"I’m Striker, by the way." She says looking over her shoulder and turning gracefully. Whether he should reply or not; she will swiftly drop to a play bow with a shrill yip, and cocks her head to the right.