@crashing-storms
“Dingo, are you sure it’s this way ? I don’t thiink we’re getting closer to the Pokémon Center ...” Toma wasn’t trying to hide how annoyed he felt. The two brothers had been walking for almost an hour, and Toma could swear that they were going in circles.
“And I’m telling you, we’re almost there !” Dingo retorted, not letting his brother’s comments dampen his confidence. “Just trust in my instincts !”
Toma let out a long sigh. He had a little smile for his Taillow and his Rowlet, who sat on each of his shoulders, while his Tropius was still in her Pokéball. They were all dreaming of a fresh drink, but it would still have to wait.
While Dingo’s Rufflet was flying ahead of the group, the boy’s Mankey was in its Pokéball, in time out for throwing a tantrum a few moments ago. Dingo’s third team member, Hawlucha, couldn’t help but agree with Toma. He rolled his eyes and looked up at the sky, where he spotted a flock of wild Wingulls. if the ocean was close, the group was definitely not heading in the right direction ...














