Dante lounges comfortably against a tree, absentmindedly watching his pokemon play. The tall grass moves around as his skitty weaves through it, searching for who knows what, and his gligar's body sparkles as she drifts about up above. He knows he should be getting back to work, but the warm sunshine and cool breeze are combined to create a harmony of the perfect temperature for relaxing and generally goofing off outdoors.
He closes his eyes and leans further back against the tree. He listens to the soothing symphonic lullaby of the breeze as it brushes delicately against the millions of blades of grass surrounding him, calls of dozens of birds to their mates, and a subtle cacophony of spring and summer insects. In rare moments when everything else is silent, he can hear the distant rumble of waves crashing against rocks.
Then, a new sound seems to materialize, of something close by and rather large. Startled, Dante's eyes pop open. He relaxes again, seeing that the sound is coming fro