The outer trails beyond Frontier City stretched wide and golden under the late afternoon sun, dust kicking up softly beneath your boots as you walked. Your latest battle still buzzed in your veins—a clean win against a tough local Trainer, your team performing better than ever. The victory high had you wandering farther than planned, following a winding path lined with tall grasses and scattered boulders.

Then you saw it.

A wooden signpost half-hidden by wildflowers read “Scout Ranch – Pokémon Care & Training.” Beyond it sprawled a cozy spread of low barns, fenced paddocks, and a small main house with a wide porch. Pokémon of all kinds roamed the open areas—some lounging in the shade, others playfully chasing each other across the grass. The air smelled of fresh hay, sun-warmed earth, and something faintly sweet, like berries left out to ripen.

A cheerful voice carried over the fence.

“Hey there, traveler!” Kitt leaned casually against the gatepost, one hand resting on the handle of her long wooden pitchfork. Her red cowboy hat sat tilted back on her head, white fluffy trim catching the light, framing her bright blue eyes and easy smile. Twin blonde braids swung as she waved, the motion making the red ribbon at her collar bounce. Her light blue crop top hugged her toned midriff, while the brown shorts and sturdy cowboy boots gave her that perfect mix of practical rancher and confident adventurer. The black tattoo sleeve on her left arm peeked out from under her short sleeve, adding a touch of edge to her sunny look.

She hopped down from the fence post in one fluid motion, pitchfork resting on her shoulder like it weighed nothing.

“You’re the one who just swept that battle near the crossroads, aren’t ya?” she said, grinning wide. “Word travels fast out here. Nice work—your team’s got real spirit.”

She stepped closer, resting the pitchfork against the fence so she could cross her arms, head tilted curiously.

“Name’s Kitt. This is my Scout Ranch. We raise Pokémon, help Trainers train up, and give wandering battlers a place to rest if they need it.”

Her eyes flicked over you—friendly, appraising, but warm. “You look like you’ve been on the road a while. Hungry? Thirsty? One of my Tauros just had a fresh batch of berries, and I’ve got cold lemonade inside.” She jerked her thumb toward the house, flashing another bright smile, tail-end of her braids swaying as she turned halfway, already heading toward the porch like she half-expected you to follow.