Samantha resided under a hazardously made house, eyes tiny slits as she lay in a faux relaxed position. Her claws twitched every now and then, reacting instinctively to the chirps and screeches of the various bird Pokemon that fluttered around in that irritating way. She was starting to see why her newest client had requested her...a strange sort they had been, she hadn't even seen their face, with them insisting on talking in the shadows. Not that she minded, it was easier to work for some faceless chump anyhow.

For the most part, she was left alone, though she realized her presence was achingly obvious in such a beautiful place. She belonged in the Slums, with the other guant Pokemon with dubious occupations, not with these..."good" Pokémon. As if on cue, a young Pidove landed near inches to her snout, actually leaning towards her with rapt curiosity. "Mama! Why is she wearing that weird thing on her neck!? And-and she's yellow, it's weird!" In an instant, Samantha snapped forward, clicking her teeth together a second before she reached the child and thus simply giving them a harsh shove away. His mother swooped by in a storm of squawks and apologies, and Samantha didn't press the issue, leaving her watching the fluffy feathers twirl and dance in the air. If all little flying Pokemon were like this, she would gladly take down the annoying pestering things...on another job, right now, only one disappearance was happening today.

So distracted by this event, she nearly missed the tell-tale screech of a Noibat, followed by a dark shape flitting past her peripherals. A dragon type stench, purple scales and a horribly high-pitched shriek. As if to confirm who it was, the tiny Noibat swooped backward, catching a rush of air and tumbling sideways before gliding up and away. Another screech tore through Samantha's hearing and she unconsciously bit at her cheeks as a low growl shook her chest, here was her target. Her tail swept the ground and the flame died down until it barely gave off any light, a trick she had mastered in the caves she made her home. She didn't give chase immediately, that'd be ridiculously stupid in such a populated and lawful place, she needed privacy for the deed she was about to commit. Instead she drew in a long breath, committing the scent to memory after she deciphered it from the many scents around, alienating her from the rest of the moving world around her. Then, she made a huge deal out of getting up, stretching, yawning, and generally making it look like she was not in any kind of rush. She snorted out a sort of farewell to the birds who had tolerated her presence for a rather impressive amount of time, the young Pidove yelling out a nearly constant stream of "Bye, bye!" as she pushed off the ground and started down a grassy incline, making sure the wind was always blowing toward her and never from her.

As she trotted off, she avoided following the Noibat directly, moving in a roundabout way to track the thing back home. If it was a cave Luke she figured it was, nobody would likely know about her, she'd make sure of that. She also avoided dropping to her claws, she'd learned very quickly that there was nothing more suspicious than crawling around like a feral Pokemon. The scent was still thick in the air, and she took periodical sniffs to ensure she was following the distinct dragon scent properly. His screeches also created a trail of sound, causing her to gnash her fangs and turn her path in the general direction of the sound. He was making this so easy. The flame on her tail flickered restlessly and her claws rubbed against each other as pain spiked in her cheeks as the hunt transitioned into its tracking phase, just a little while longer, and she'd get her relief...