Striker nods her way before casting him an uneasy glance seeing as Sierra still was tense in his presence. Writing quickly as he could in the dirt he finally finished with her reading very word 'Why is it you flush and seem agitated with every male you come into contact with?' She fixed her with a stern glare as if to say 'You are not getting out of this question.'
Sierra sighed and put the two arrows by her side and leaned her head back on the pine tree. "It's a long backstory there, Striker." A faint but sad smile graced her lips as though she was recalling a memory.




















