Nostrils flared with the intake of the scent, snorts shortly followed as her nose hovered just centimeters off the earth. The scent was fresh, very fresh. It was the sound of a pokemon cry that made the human and canine lift their gaze. The human’s warm colored eyes spotted the light blue hat of hatterene a few feet away. Azula let a low growl rumble in her chest, body stiffened on high alert. “Easy,” he whispered, noticing the wild pokemon had yet to notice their presence. His gaze tracked the creature as it moved, debating on whether or not to catch this powerful creature. He didn’t want it for himself but it would make a good trade. And as far as he knew, his secert Santa didn’t want it either. But, maybe they did.

After following the psychic and fairy type for about twenty minutes and being sure not to be spotted by it, Maverick let out a soft sigh. He was out here to find a gift for this person, not for himself. Azula shifted her weight next to him, letting out a low whine in hopes she could terrorize the creature. The human shook his head in a no, motioning with a nod for her to follow him. The houndoom pouted, turning to follow her trainer and leaving the wild pokemon be. Maverick might regret this but he wanted to find something that was actually on their list, not maybe they wanted it.

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Nostrils flared with the intake of the scent, snorts shortly followed as her nose hovered just centimeters off the earth. It didn’t take them long to run into another pokemon. In fact, Azula was the first to notice the wild pokemon in the tree. A snarl ripped through her throat, lips peeled back slight to show her teeth. Maverick’s eyes narrowed, barely seeing the creature in the tree as it stared at them back.

He huffed, shaking his head. “Nope,” the man sighed, moving away from the tree before the pokemon decided to attack them for getting to close to its home, “Let’s keep going.” Azula gave one last snarl at the wild pokemon before turning to follow after her human.

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Regret was starting to set in. Although he was hoping to catch something on their actually wishlist, it seemed that his unluckiness has once again slapped him in the face. He should have just caught the first pokemon. It was a decent strong pokemon. He let out a sigh, warm gaze fell upon the grotle that waddled in his path. The canine let out a low uneasy growl, stiffen her muscles to appear taller than she already was. His got the grass types attention, facing the two. It cried at them, front left foot scrapped against the earth as if it was ready to charge. He had to make a quick decision on whether or not to catch this pokemon. The man hardly ever seen wanted ads for grotle despite their rarity but if only had a few weeks left before he had to gift something to this person.

“Flamethrower.”

The massive six foot seven hell hound took in a deep breath. She could almost feel the flames build within her as the taste of sulfur ticked her throat. And once the heat became too much, her muzzle burst open. A stream of fire busted out of her open mouth and aimed straight for the grass time. It was brave, darting into the fire in hopes to prevail on the other side. Maverick had to give it props for trying to over come its weakness. But before the wild pokemon to survive the flames, it became too much. It hollowed in pain, the brush on its back caught fire. And like expected, the creature soon passed out from the pain. Azula let out a snort, a hint of steam rolled out of her nostrils as her human tossed the pokeball to catch it. It might not be on their wishlist but something was better than nothing. Maverick will continued to hunt, but this would be his back up plan.

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