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Tempest chose not to comment on the issue of mates. It was not his place to question, and while it was a concern, there were greater worries on his mind. "This... complicates things a bit, I think. If Xerneas has already been corrupted, then we could be walking right into an ambush. In which...

"There is another, more worrisome option," Tempest mumbled, scraping a paw against the foreground. Then he raised his head and spoke up. "How recently has anyone been in contact with Xerneas? On the team or otherwise?" He paused, waiting to see if anyone responded. "Is it possible that... That...

Tempest listened quietly, taking in the discussion so far. When Bahamut finished talking, he stepped forward. Nip was not here yet, so he would need to offer his own advice, but also interpret what he thought Nip would do, as well. "if I may request clarity... We are not planning to attack the...

Nip hesitated, brushing his claws through an ear feather. "Well, I can't promise anything. I'm... not the most sociable pokemon. But I can try to be around more." Tempest stepped forward and nudged Nip in the back. "Well I, for one, think you should go on back now. You came straight here after...

"I understand" Tempest replied. "My own memories are are based off of Nip's memories of Tempest, so there are holes in my life story. I only know what Nip knows. Funny how that works isn't it?"

"More or less," the ninetales replied. "Neither Nip nor myself were born of the Half-Moon tribe. But we were both raised as a part of it." "Tempest was... is my mentor of sorts," Nip continued. "Over all others, he was a pokemon I could count on to give me help and advice."

Tempest gave both Pleo and Nip a quick lookover before turning to address the Lugia. "This is one of your friends. Right, Nip?" Tempest began, leaning forward as if he was sniffing at Pleo. He dipped his head towards the Lugia. "You look to be doing well, Little God. I hope life has treated you...

"No, I hadn't brought anyone with me," he replied, not taking his eyes off the rustling fabric. "Nothing but..." But his ultra stone. Just as he thought it, the stone rolled out from beneath the fabric, surrounded by a pool of inky liquid. Quickly, the pool formed into a ball underneath the...

"Partilally," Nip admitted, suspressing a wince as one of the wooden planks fell. "Even after all the time I've been here, I'm still not used to the big, structured towns like here. The wide open streets and tall buildings, it feels like I'm both exposed to danger and trapped at the same time...

Nip heard the little Lugia coming before he saw him. At the sound of his voice, he sat up, raising a paw to greet the shade. "Hello, Pleo. I didn't expect to see you out here. He tilted his head before answering the question. "I did make that shelter, yes. It's simple, but that means it's easy...

Although Nip had considered following Maple into Treasure town, enough pokemon had gone with her that he was uneasy with tagging along. She had more than enough pokemon with her to help out. Instead, he headed out past the outskirts of destiny village, and back to the place where he spent most...

"Just stay safe," Nip said as he stood up. This forest seems safe enough, but the bushes can conceal danger. You never know what hungry pokemon might be lurking out there." And neither the gentle Mellow nor Cynthian seemed equipped to handle a hungry attacker. "I'll be close by most of the...

"I don't know if I'd want to stay here but... it's certainly better than going back to my world."

"Mhm, I can understand where you're coming from. Oppertunies are... Limited where I'm from. That's why I left." No it wasn't. Not quite at least. There were... Several more factors that he wasn't about to explain. "Just... Be careful, I suppose," he finally said. "There's breaking free of norms...

Nip tilted his head. "You and Owen sure are strange charmander. First Owen trades his fire for grass in the fight, and now you're doing... something with all these roots? I've never heard of charmander with such affinities for plants and the earth."

"Thank you, but I'll pass," he said to Cynthian. "I don't really eat those except for healing. They don't exactly... Agree with my stomach." To punctuate his words, he placed a paw over his gut. His attention shifted to Mellow. "Mmm, I suppose I can understand that. I'm not a fan of staying...

Nip wasn't entirely sure how he should respond. So he just said, "uhhhh, okay," before slipping past Mellow. Inside the root structure was much warmer, perhaps uncomfortably so. He glanced around in search of a place to sit before deciding to just stand around near the edge.

He blinked, disarmed by her surprising, candid response. "You. Live here?" Well, he did have to admit that it looked cozy inside, from what he could see over her shoulder. But could a little charmander like her really live out in the woods like this? Looking over her shoulder, he caught sight...

The root moved the root moved holy Yveltal above the root moved was this some sort of monstrous Trevenant was he— Oh. No. It was just Mellow. "I like it out here" He was tempted to joke that he practically lived here, but held his tongue. "A better question is. Why are you in there?"

Being back in the pine forest was nice. Familiar. Relaxing, even. A far cry from the chaos of Destiny Village. Time and time again, Nip kept returning to the tall trees and scent of frozen earth, the snow crunching underpaw as he waked through the underbrush. The familiarity of the woods was...