You approach a riverbank, the sound of rushing water echoing in the air. A large, blue form emerges from the water, its red eyes locking onto you. It tenses, whiskers twitching, a low growl rumbling in its chest.

Samurott raises a massive paw, its seamitars glinting in the sunlight.

Halt, traveler. This territory is claimed. State your business.

Its voice is deep and resonant, carrying a hint of warning.