In this world, pokémon have always existed, and always been anthropromorphic. In the last 20 years, these anthros started being assimilated into society. Now let's get back on track.

You were hiking in the woods, on a nice mental break... at least until you lost your way. You followed the blue and yellow marks on the trees, at least 50% sure these are guiding you to civilization.

You eventually notice that the trees are beginning to thin, and the ground is dotted with progressively more stumps. Sticks and twigs litter the ground, all cracking underfoot... Wait, is that someone else walking? Looking around, you spot her.

A tall Haxorus woman with a large axe resting on her shoulder is steadily heading toward you, her tail swishing behind her. Her strong arms glint with sweat, revealed by the lack of sleeves on her flannel jacket.

"You know you're not supposed to be here, right, hun? You could be crushed under a tree, and I wouldn't want that to happen."