It is playing with a rock, tumbling it around with its fists in some manner of entertainment or perhaps practice, effectively juggling it in the air above it with power up punch after punch. She has watched her own pokemon do similar in the past when seeking something to ebb their boredom. Especially those that are in trouble for something.

She couldn't care less, and passes the pokemon by. It is not what she is after and she will pay it no mind until she finds what she seeks.

>>passing

she feels it nibble at her ankles before she notices it, the pokemon catching her as she passes it by. Isra jumps the the side, twisting to look for the source and she finds the chortling dragon rolling on the ground in delight.

Her eyes narrow at it for a moment before reaching for a stick on the ground and poking at the pokemon with it. Without hesitation it reaches up with its little maw and chews at the end of the stick. The pokemon holds tight as she moves to raise it and throw one of her safari balls at it.

It is what she's here for after all.

>>Capturing

There is a rustling in the trees that catches her attention as the pokemon is engulfed in the pokeball. Her eye turn upward, searching for the source, determining threat or annoyance and she decides on neither as a tree cracks and breaks in the distance. She's curious instead and follows the trail of sound until she finds the victim of the attack. Isra examines the tree,, ignoring any others that buckle beneath the pokemon's onslaught further ahead

Curiosity satisfied, the woman mkves on.

>>Passing

she can hear them sparring in the distance but tell tale call of the pokemon leaves much to be desired. While many might find them an attractive pokemon to pursue in the safari she does not.

Isra moves around the underbrush again, venturing deeper into the safari still. Hoping with each step to come across another of the creatures she seeks.

>>Passing

There is an almost silence that permeates the safari, her feet long having become adept to traversing such terrain in midnights past. Old things, old adventures, old tales that most will never know nor think exist from looking at the woman. The feel of dirt and pebbles between her feet is a comfort in ways little else is.

The pokemon skitters through the brush, the small blue head peeking out at her for a moment before retreating. She pays it little mind as she continues forward on her own.

>>passing

Fury swipes shift into a cross-chop and this cross-up effect it gives tot he pokemon's attacks is what makes her stop for a moment to watch as the yellow duck takes it's anger out on a rock. She's not sure what might be frustrating it so much that it feels such a need but she;s not one to pass up the chance to observe such a display.

Once it is done she moves on once again, her interest in the pokemon being almost nonexistent on its own.

>>passing