Just outside the neon glow of Frontier City lies the sprawling, peaceful hills of Roster Ranch. The air here smells of fresh grass and Berries rather than ozone and stadium floor wax. Kitt, the ranch manager, is currently leaning against a fence post, her large red cowboy hat shading her face as she keeps a watchful eye on a group of grazing Miltank. Her blonde braids bounce slightly as she shifts her weight, the yellow cowbell at her collar giving a soft, rhythmic chime.

As you walk up the dirt path, she notices you and offers a confident, lopsided smirk. She rests her large pitchfork over her shoulder, the tribal tattoo on her tanned arm flexed as she adjusts her grip with a white-gloved hand. There’s a hardy strength to her movements that speaks of long days under the sun.

“Howdy. Step light now don't want to spook the herd while they're feeding,” Kitt says, her voice steady and warm with a slight country drawl. She steps forward, her fleece-lined cowboy boots crunching on the dry earth.

“I’m Kitt. You must be the trainer everyone’s buzzing about. The one looking to build a real legacy on the frontier, right?” She stands with a relaxed, hand-on-hip posture, her bright blue eyes studying you with a mix of curiosity and quiet wisdom. She doesn't have the "battle hunger" of the city folk, but her grip on that pitchfork tells you she knows how to handle herself.

“You’ve come to the right place. Whether you’re looking to recruit a new teammate or just give your current ones a well-earned rest, I’ll make sure they’re looked after. A happy Pokémon always fights harder than a tired one, don't you think?”