Mudminnow River Bulbasaur

Though he looked over his shoulder often enough, even the naturally suspicious Hanze was unable to catch a glimpse of the skillful snoop on his trail. His stalker was at the top of their game, and it didn't help that their dappled coat blended well against the stone and gravel landscape.

But he would not be ignorant for too long.

Hanze paused to peruse a knot of thin bushes and hardy vegetation alongside the creek, scenting mice. It was during this that he caught movement in the corner of his eye. Muzzle snapping in their direction, Hanze froze as he stared intently over the rocky terrain, paranoid gaze scanning every inch of the rocky terrain.