It was a bright and sunny day, a day anyone could like. Right? Wrong; Striker could swear she was dieing from boredom. The fiery girl was on her back resting on a flat rock with her legs up in the air, in this state her mind began to wander. It wandered back to the pale boy she had met a while ago, the one she hadn't given her name to, she had to keep him interested in her somehow; and a good mystery always seemed to do the trick. There a part of her, one that she has yet to see so far in her life, that wanted his attention and actually cared for what he thought of her; his attention on anyone else, or someone else's on her, would simply not do. She had left after a little teasing and finding out his name, Solitaire, she half hoped she'd meet him today. However if he didn't find her, perhaps she'll just have to visit the pack with the scent that was on him; she didn't mind wrecking a little bit of havoc. The boy had an interesting magnetic quality to him, surely if he didn't show that quality would be useful in tracking him down. The first few weeks after their meeting she had purposely made herself hard to find, like an ultimate version of hide and seek; but now the game was getting boring, after not seeing hide nor tail of the one who had caught her attention. Perhaps it had been a bit cruel of her to have left him without a name to go with this pretty face of hers.

"I guess boredom come to those who wait." She mutters to herself. She rolled over and sat up, maintaining her perch on the rock, while pouting at the surreal scenery. Coming out of her dazed-like state, she glares at the bushes about ten feet below the outcropping that was her perch giving a half-hearted growl hoping something would dart out of them and make her life more exciting. There were ways down there out to either side of the outcrop and if something did scurry thanks to her growl she'd be down there in a matter of seconds. Her intense pale green eyes focusing on the foliage below.