Black-fang
The weather in Johto was rainy but it didn't bother him so much. He had lived in the forest his childhood after all. He was wondering where to head, he had never been in this area before, when he saw Murkrow circling above him. Black-fang growled and flattened his body for warning, one wrong move and he would attack. But either the Murkrow didn't hear or didn't care since he landed right next to him.
"Do ya smoke?" the bird asked with a weird accent and Mightyena looked at it. It was looking weird in its suit and tie but somehow that outfit suited him. "Never tried." Black-fang answered relaxing his body, but only slightly. He wouldn't let some bird to cheat him.
"Name's Jak. What's yours?" "Black-fang they call me. And what are you doing out here in this rainy day?" he asked suspicious look in his narrowed eyes.