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“Mash! Mashaaktul !”
Xaallo moved briskly through the forest, weaving between trees, keeping his ears perked for a rustle of leaves or the high pitched trill of the dragon. No longer was the Dreepy this shy, quiet little thing. No, lately he’d grown stronger, much more so than when he’d first arrived.
Stronger and bolder.
Bold enough to dart away from the group during their daily outing when Xaallo bade him not to. Xaallo had recalled the rest of his ‘mons; but catching a ghost that didn’t want to go back in it’s Pokéball was no easy task. Harder still, missing a limb...
It was dark now. The playfully mischievous Dreepy was still keeping up this game, and forcing Xaallo to tail him for him his amusement. And of course, Xaallo did it, like any father worth his salt would. He’d long lost sight of the Pokémon, following his nose and ears instead.
He was tired, weary, his body already taxing it’s resources to rebuild that arm. Panting, he figured just a little sit down wouldn’t hurt anyone. If Mash wanted him to chase, he wouldn’t move until Xaallo got up again, yes? Yes.
And then he smelled it. A scent he wouldn’t soon forget, a scent just like that creature that’d attacked his ship. The very same. And then a terrified shriek from his Pokémon.
It was like someone lit a fire underneath the alien, the way he bounded off in it’s direction--
