Post 1Hearthome City| Late Morning
A yawn escaped the tired Deino as he awoke from his slumber within the small tree cove he'd discovered, nestled under a pile of leaves and branches that hopefully hid him. It apparently worked, since by the sounds and scents of the world around him told him it was well into morning. He cracked his stiff neck after taking a long sniff to determine that he was in fact, alone. His venture across the region had taken him far enough, though where he was, he had no idea. All he knew was that he was near a city, and that it smelled less of dead than everywhere else he'd been. Maybe he'd get lucky and find some food while he was at it.
He rose from his safe little makeshift den and pawed the leaves over his scent to ensure he wasn't followed by a scent trail. Keeping to the shadows by identifying the warmth on his back, he trudged along until he felt not soft grass and earth beneath his feet, but cold concrete. Immediately, he paused, unsure of whether or not he should continue. Though, the deino quickly deduced that standing still, probably in the open was a bad idea, and continued under the shadows and by the wall of a building. It took him further into what was probably the city, but should he need a quick escape, Reeves had his own scent trail to follow.
He paused when a sound filtered into his trained ears that he had not heard in months. There were four of them, at least that were speaking. One an older large male, by the scent that followed a poison/ground type. A frown crossed his face as he knew no pokemon like that. Another was a painstakingly high female voice, a pure electric type by the scent. Young, too. Ugh. There was a softer voice, and couldn't quite place the gender, as the scent was a little muddled, as well as the voice. Then, finally, the last voice was an older female, with the same typing as the older male. A mating pair, possibly? Reeves managed to catch the end of their conversation:
“Hey, hey, hey, We don’t have to go there, sweetie,” the male gently reassured, his voice gentle. “Where do you want to go, darlin’?”
"How about there?" the high, annoying voice squeaked, making Reeves flinch a little. How anything could stand a voice that high was beyond him. Maybe all the other pokemon were a little deaf. Probably from her.
“Pastoria?” the older female offered, her soothing voice much easier on the deino's ears. “Velistone? Erm... Sunyshore?” She paused for a moment, and Reeves tensed. Had they spotted them? He could smell no trees nearby to hide behind, and darting away was just as likely to catch their attention... Damn. “Well, let’s just head that way and see where it takes us, hm? It'll be an adventure!” Reeves sighed, grateful he was away from their sight. He wasn't sure which way "that way" was, but the mating pair seemed large enough to give him a notice by their rumbling footsteps of which direction they'd be going.
He stood, leaning against the building, waiting.
((OOC: Hiya there! Reeves is leaning against the Church, directly in front of the pokemon center.))