Deep past the forest and the fields, where all the life and energy get burnt in the settling, evening sun, lies a swamp. There's thickets of bristled bushes clustered around the edges, nettles and thorns working as a barrier for weaker life. The bog bubbles, thick mud caked around the edges while the musty water fills the rest of the lake-like swamp. Settled right in the middle, with small Poliwag settled on its shoulders and head, is a Swampert.

It croaks deeply, eyes closed in relaxation while its mouth is curled up in a smile. Even as you take a few steps forward, there is no reaction. It only leans further back, the thick tar substance up to it's nostrils as it lounges there. What a laid-back Pokémon.