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*In the forest, a dark colored pokemon is snooping around, eating berries when she finds some, and looking around in bushes at other times. The bipedal fox pokemon wrinkles her nose in irritation, not seeming to be finding what she's looking for as she licks the remainder of berry juice from her lips.
Zoroark's nostrils flare as she bends down low and leaps into the air, high above the trees. Perhaps she could get a good view from up here. With the limited time in the air, her glowing eyes take in mental shots of the landscape, but yet again, her search is uneventful.
She lands back down with a firm fump and stands up straight, her mane waving behind her as she continues her way through the forest, her body tense. This place was strange, and she wasn't going to let her guard down so easily...*
Zoroark's nostrils flare as she bends down low and leaps into the air, high above the trees. Perhaps she could get a good view from up here. With the limited time in the air, her glowing eyes take in mental shots of the landscape, but yet again, her search is uneventful.
She lands back down with a firm fump and stands up straight, her mane waving behind her as she continues her way through the forest, her body tense. This place was strange, and she wasn't going to let her guard down so easily...*