Hunter was traveling up from Aquacorde city, a nice town with some great sights and good food! Honestly the view from the bridge overlooking the water at sunset, priceless. Still after spending three days in the town the young man was anxious to move on, and so he did proceeding north to the area that his map identified as route 2. The trainer took off running, looking back to his Pokemon. "Route 2 huh? Cool, c'mon Kratos! Let's make dust!" Hunter called to his current running companion, who was keeping pace with his trainer quite well. Dangit, I was hoping to catch him off guard!
Eventually the pair reached the entrance of Santalune Forest, Hunter slowing to an exhausted walk, finally doubling over as his breath came in wheezes. "Hahaha, oh that was a good run, what do you think buddy?" The Growlithe had kept pace the whole time and was sitting proudly by his trainer, showing no signs of weariness. "Grow!" The Pokemon barked. "Hey! I am not a weeny! Not all of us are natural sprinters you know! Geez. Anyway, I wonder what kind of Pokemon we'll find here?"
He tried to take a few steps into the forest, only to collapse a moment later. "Oh owowow. Okay, sorry buddy, looks like we're gonna have to sit here a bit. Feels like I pulled something." The trainer staggered to the base of a tree, seating himself rather ungraciously. "Well, at least this place looks good for a nap. Mind playing guard pal?" He asked with a wink, the Pokemon responded with a mere flick of his tail and taking a seat by the entrance, ready to warn his master should anything particularly interesting present itself.