Azula was a renown master huntress and extremely smart. She was also monstrous. The creature stood six foot seven tall, taller than Maverick himself being five foot ten. And despite having larger curved horns that most female houndoom’s, it was the rapidash skull she wore for sport that really drew attention to her. It was her prize for murdering a very strong rapidash that almost killed her. Catching her was a nightmare, but Maverick was some how managed too and also win her trust and loyalty over the years. The hell hound sniffed the air, nostrils flared with the intake a scent near by. Being the always alert creature she was, Azula let out a slow snarl. Lips slightly rose in a warning. “What is it Azula?” The man questioned his creature, “What has you so edgey?” The canine let out a growl before throwing her head back in a low howl. Why was she acting weird?

Once she was done with her quick howl, the canine like creature fell into a light trot in the direction of the scent that drifted in the light breeze. Maverick rolled his eyes but followed. And to his surprise, a red headed woman and her pokemon were just ahead. Where they looking for pokemon too?

“Really? That’s what your were howling about. It’s just another trainer. Chill,” the man grunted, patting her shoulder blade with a light touch as he moved closer to the woman, “Let’s see if she has seen any dark types here.” Azula let out a low growl, her guard still up. Body stiff though she kept close to Maverick in case the woman tried something. Azula’s howl should have gotten their attention. If not the howl, a massive houndoom and a burn scarred man dressed in mostly black should have gotten their attention.

“Hey,” the man greeted with a swift single wave when he was within a few feet from them, his expression remained the bored blank one he always held, “Sorry. Didn’t mean to bother you but have you seen any dark types here. I hear dark types have been seen here. We’re looking for a few.” The woman seemed friendly enough, unlike the other woman he ran into the other day. And he had to admit, he liked her red hair. “Oh.” The man realizing that his mother would be very disappointed in him right now if she was here. “The name is Maverick by the way.” He motioned to the houndoom. “That’s Azula.” Mav shoved his hands back into his pockets, warm colored orbs flickered to her than her company. “If you cared to know.” After all, he was a complete creepy looking stranger just strolling up to her with a equal creepy houndoom by his side. He had to break the tension somehow, right?