@ITASHINYEEVEE ยซ beside the Eevee with hands so calloused that the webbing would shred little consequence or affect to his skin. He shook the excess off of him and held his hand welcomingly to the 'Mon.
โ C'mon . . . โ
Not a man of many words, but at least at home he had medicine and food.
@ITASHINYEEVEE A soft, distressed cry would reach the trainer's ears while on his evening run through the woods. This thicket, not far from his cabin, was perfect for his secluded life.
He halted, pivoted, and redirected his jog toward the sound of anguish. Within moments he was kneeling ยป