Jade Fern Grove Ivysaur

well helloooo sir.

gun stared quite dumbfounded as the fine silver stranger strode through the trees right at her periphery. she'd been harassing a fat rabbit hiding under roots for the past few hours, and it was first the scent of a fresh kill that turned her head, and then...

with suaveness to put aphrodite to shame, gun whistled - or, at least, tried to, the sound coming out her mangled mouth being closer to pbbbbbbft pbbbbbft. 

spittle accompanied it, of course.