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.

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.