Mabel
The morrow wasn't certainly the best time to ever come into contact with the wool Pokemon as at most, her attitude after just rousing from her nest from her slumber wasn't adequate, to say the least. Hazily, her brown eyes scanned through the town as she opened her mouth widely, a yawn escaping, feeling her senses wanting to crawl back into the nest to sleep again. Her nose wrinkled at the fresh smell of crushed berries, her stomach grumbling ever so loudly, as several smaller Togepis fled in fear as if there was a predator near. "Good morning," she said, taking in a deep breathe while nodding her head at several vendors in the distance and they all waved in greeting to the half-asleep Mareep.
If she could recall, Mabel was suppose to meet up with her team embers shortly later on but the storm from last night had kept her up and with that, her wool kept up puffing up anytime the thunder struck down. She glanced at her pelt, the curly white fluff fringing. Her vision made way to the small opening towards the forest but near it was a small open campsite with a traveling chef. She licked her lips, her tail slowly wagging at it. Finally, some food!