It's a cold midnight evening, Hickory walks the distant cliffs far from Lonesome Flats, in search of his current bounty hunting target Queen Poppy..

"Hm.. it's a nice night.." Hickory thought to himself.

However, as he walks, he swears he can see a figure up ahead, stood on the edge of one of the cliffs, in slight worry, he stealthily makes his way over in silence..

"Who is that..?" Hickory whispered to himself as he got close enough to see the figure..