The falling leaves rustled at the pure white figure raced through the thick undergrowth of the forest. Its white fur almost seamed to glow in the afternoon sunlight. The shining form of a Glaceon soon came to a halt near a small pond. He looked down at the water to make sure it wasn’t tainted with the putrid smells he had been smelling for far to long. If he ever got really thirsty, he could always make some using his ice attacks. He bent down to sniff the pond, and luckily for the fresh snow pokemon, it was untouched. He had been running through this forest for days now, waiting till the infection died down, killing any and all bug infected that he came across. But for some strange reason, they only seemed to be getting worse.
Zero began to lap at the water, taking a long drink after his midday run. He found this Forest to be home to him, though he belonged much more in the frozen wastelands of the north, he felt comfortable here in the shady forest. He had been here long enough to know his way around, he knew where every possible escape rout was, even where there was fresh water. But just because it was fresh one day, doesn’t mean it will be the next. You have to be careful what you eat, drink, even hear, for anything could mean trouble.
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