The Simipour smiles as the little Grass Type grabs his tufted tail. Instantly he is reminded of when Giri had done the same thing not so long ago.
"Well aren't you a sweet little thing?
" He says softly, reaching down to stroke the bitter pale green leaves of the Grass Type's head.
The Water Type turns back towards the Zebstrika.
"Oh yes, it is important to instill discipline at a young age.
His ear twitches again, this time registering something from outside.
He grips the handle of his Scalchop tightly and points two fingers towards the door in a stealth signal he is sure Giri will recognize. Pressing one furred finger to his lips the Water Type darts out the door.
The albino Lairon presses his nose against the little Blitzle, also sniffing the newly hatched colt. He smiles as the little electric type's short white tail wags.
It really did look like a miniature Chidori.
He turns his head a fraction to catch a glimpse of his sensei. He sees the Water types ear twitch as he hears something outside the Lairon isn't sensitive enough to hear.
Hunching down the Steel Type follows Fujimaru's command as he leaves the house and walks outside. A thick mist has fallen as the storm finally comes to an end.
Feeling Fujimaru climb onto his back and point a direction Giri throws one last lingering look at the house and runs off into the fog.
Soon then pair are completely hidden from view.
((OOC: Leaving post))