Mudminnow River Bulbasaur

The look of a man with something to hide was a natural attractant to thieves. Nirali was distracted from her idle inspection of the frosted landscape by the crunch of his footsteps in the distance first. Then she took note of him, of the way he walked, and decided that she would follow.

She trailed him with featherlight steps, keeping a healthy distance between them; watchful, for now. She was curious to see just where he was scurrying off to. North, she gathered that much. To the coast, perhaps — but that was a ways off.

Well, she would just have to follow and see.