"Well, we don't necessarily have a team name in the formal sense," Truffle said, "though my partner has... popularized a team name, so to speak. It's--"
"What, you're gonna say it without any flair?"
The voice came from the left, but there was no body to attach it to. A small distortion of light. Owen perked up, his flame crackling, and he reflexively tried to cover himself with his blanket, useless as the gesture was.
"Ahh, hello," Truffle greeted the air. "If you could reveal yourself and not startle the others..."
"Was just listening in." The light distorted in a patch of empty space near Truffle, revealing a muddied and matted Zoroark. "Sorry for the look. Just got back from getting my ass handed to me by Magikarp. No dice on any attempts at hurting the thing, let alone diverting it. My illusions evaporate faster than I can make them..." He rolled his eyes, irritated, and then added, "Oh, right. The name's Zoroark Soda, and we're members of God Squad."
"Y... yes. God Squad." Truffle deflated slightly.