He stands at the very rear of the glade, watching over egg and Pokemon alike.
His eyes, somehow both wary and welcoming, light upon you as you approach, and you stop, respectfully allowing him the first move.
His trainer is nowhere to be seen as he draws nearer; footsteps petal soft against the mossy ground. His presence is mesmerizing.
Suicune pauses just shy of an arm's length away and watches you, quietly.
Slowly, making no sudden movements, you offer him your hand; just as cautiously, he presses his muzzle against your palm and inhales, before backing away, apparently satisfied...