It was underneath a particularly large, towering tree in the forest that Scruff had decided to rest for the night. After burying her bag in whatever nature had to offer (she had learned early on never to leave any possessions out in the open during the night), she sat down, leaned against the tree, let out a humongous yawn, and drifted off to sleep.
  Her early awakening the next morning was a rather rude one. Some unlucky soul walking by had neglected to notice the Scrafty asleep on the ground and stepped on her tail. She hadnât even opened her eyes before her reflexes kicked in and she leapt into the perpetrator head first, headbutting them as hard as she could.
  He'd been taking a jog that day, setting out a few days after the Holidays ended- not like the League was filled with challengers lately, anyway. So he thought a nice jog through Agron would do him some good.
  However that was 3 days ago and he'd managed to get lost in a Forest. Again. By the third morning, he had already resorted to some desperate measures, and would be lying if he said he hadn't considered eating tree-bark. Hell, wild Heracross do it, so why can't he? He kept walking through the forest, until he felt something underneath his foot, then an impact to his head, pushing him to the ground.
 "Eh?" He said, lying on the ground. Rubbing his head, he stared at the Scrafty in front of him. Wait, did...did Grump get out of his PokÊball? He checked his belt, making sure all his own Scrafty was still there. "Hey, what gives?"
 Reaching for his belt, he threw out his own Scrafty. Upon release, it immediately turned with a glare to the wild PokÊmon, flaring its nose in annoyance. Wasn't nicknamed Grump for nothing.















