The road that lead to Ridge's destination was still wild, the surrounding forest and skeletal remains of long abandoned buildings left at the mercy of nature. Even now, despite the traffic  attributed to it, the trail was lost in patches of tall grass, or a gnarled trees branches had dislodged the road from the soil. The graveyard of long forgotten industry were comforting landmarks in an otherwise uncertain setting out in the open.<br/><br/>The sun was high in the sky and the air was still- the drone of various insects trilling and humming in places the eye could not see. Even so, such a racket could not disguise the sound of the tall grass rustling- something galloping  behind the yellowed stalks of vegetation. The day was hot and the time for hunting usually was done during dusk, but the smell of his sweat was a draw. The sheen of his neck as his hair stuck in damp tendrils against it.<br/><br/>A pair of feral pokegirls seemed to ooze out from behind the grasses that hid them, animalistic ally on all fours.  In practiced almost simultaneous movements they divided seeking to surround the human stranger who'd errantly entered their territory, muscles tensed for the chase.<br/>