Ah, right. That. Nip took a deep breath and put the smallest of smiles. If he only focused on the good then... maybe this wouldn't go too bad?
"Sort of, I suppose. The climate was more like here." He paused to gesture to the pines around them. "But the homes... they reminded me more of the structures we made. Instead of building these artificial dens with wide-open spaces and few hiding places, we dug out our own dens within the earth, and then used more earth, plants and wood to make it sturdy, and brambles and thorns to protect the entrance from invaders. We lived near the base of a mountain, and some of the bigger pokemon made their home in caves there."
What else could he talk about. "Some of the pokemon there were nice. Miasma. She's a stunky. You would think others would want to be around her, but she was one of the kindest pokemon in the tribe. And then there's Mimic. He's a zorua. In all honesty, he's... kind of annoying, but he has a golden heart beneath all that. They're both great." Of course, neither of them seemed to pay enough attention to notice when...
No, he wouldn't dwell on that right now. the corner of his mouth twitched, then he pressed onward. "And then there's Tempest. He's an amazing, majestic ninetales that always looked out for me. I guess you could call him my mentor of sorts. He's... actually the pokmon that taught me how to use ice shards in battle."