Jade Fern Grove Ivysaur

Though he had little else to brag about, Hanze could boast of his prowess as a hunter any day or night. He toted all signs of it: a trim, well-fed body despite his loner status, an intensely watchful gleam to dull gray eyes, and a fresh hare clutched between long jaws.

The early morning fog whirled away from him as he strode through the trees at a train's steady pace, searching for a hidden bit of land where he could consume his meal in peace.