[ Somehow, even while at a festival, Bigby still couldn't manage to come out unscathed. He's healing fine, of course, the faded claw marks on his face evidence enough of that, but without any quests to preoccupy himself with following that whole debacle, he's turned to the next best thing: a hunt on the outskirts of town.

Not that he really needs to at this point, being more than okay with the food offered by his guild, but the opportunity to forgo any pretense of being human, even for just a moment, hasn't been lost on him since he arrived. With the sun nearly set, he stalks a different kind of prey than usual, a Pidgey by the looks of it. But before he can go in, there's a shuffle of leaves nearby, loud enough to startle the bird Pokémon to fly away. ]

Oh, for fuck’s — hey. [ He snarls in the direction of the noise, before standing to stomp over with his teeth bared. There's an immediate suspicion as to who else it could be, likely on a hunt just like him, but instead he finds a complete stranger. Upon that realization, he simply sighs, still frustrated but simmering down. ]

... Thought you were someone else. [ That doesn't seem enough to get the scowl off his face, though. In fact, his brows furrow even deeper at the Sunkern, confused as to why this type of Pokémon would even be out here. ] You lost or what? It's dangerous outside the city.