You've been in a stand off with this Hatterene for a few minutes, and all she's been doing is staring at you. her one tendril is outstretched, with her claws open, as if she's going to grab you. everytime you step back, she steps forwards, she seems dead set on grabbing you. "C'mere little human... Hatterene just wants to... grab ya..." she mumbles with a southern accent, seemingly sizing you up. Suddenly she lunges, tackling you and pressing her weight onto you, "got'cha~" she chuckles lowly.