Iridescent colors decorate the sky as a moonless evening falls over the land. The crisp night air flows through the forest, verdant leaves sway on their branches, and your campfire flutters before resting.
Half of your form lay bare as the orange glow embraces it, the other resting in your shadow while your hand explores your pocket, seeking a poffin for your Pokémon—Zoroark.
Soon, your fingers graze something soft and circular, causing you to delicately grasp it in between your fingertips.
You slowly draw the small pink confectionary from your pocket with a small simper, the creases on the corners of your lips deepening slightly.
The brows on your Zoroark arch in surprise as the sugary scent of the poffin floats into her snout. She slowly licks her lips, wetting them as she looks upon the poffin with a hungry gaze.
"Zoroark." Zoroark voices, gesturing to the poffin and her mouth, communicating her want for the sweet.
"Oh... you want this Mori?" you ask and playfully raise an eyebrow, waving the poffin about in a tempting manner.
"Zoroark." Zoroark—Mori nods, now pouting, her ears slowly lowering and laying against her head.