“Oh… Hello. I’m Zaiden the Zoroark…” A Zoroark PokéHuman said. “Say, you wouldn’t happen to have any food with you, would you?” He asked in a mischievous tone, a sly smile on his face. “I’m not very picky about food due to having a Quirky Nature, but my foster-son, Travis the Zorua, prefers Sour Food since he has an Impish Nature.” He explained. He held a katana but wasn’t on edge.