The woods were quiet when they stopped running. The cold snow, for a time, felt soothing on the Flareon's paws as they let themselves rest - for a time, anyway. Soon, the cold was starting to feel less soothing, and more uncomfortable. That, and stinging breezes, imperceptible to most, began to brush past their fur. They could hear footsteps. They weren't alone.
"I don't know who you think you are but you need to back off..! I won't...hesitate to attack..!!"
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