The Jolteon bounced high in the air, diving downward with her forepaws pressed together. She sank instantly into the snow, clumps flying from around her paws as she romped about like an excited pup. "This time Im gonna do a super jump, watch me Glalie!"
She squeals back to her partner who was moving much more calmly, taking time with his steps so that his paws wouldn't sink into the snow. Is it true?
The Glaceon wonders. This place is sacred? I evolved near the home of a Legend?
The land around him is faintly familiar, pinging an odd sense of nostalgia in the Glaceon though he can never remember seeing this exact area. Was it just the snow, the smell in the cold air, the pine trees that was drawing him here? The icy rock was in the opposite direction but this place sent a vibe through the Ice Type he just could not understand. What draws me here, the place of my evolution, my species native habitat?
He questions himself, grimacing. Was it the lake itself and the prospect of a legend or a sense of returning home to the land of his people? "Look at that huge clump! Watch me watch me!"
The Jolteon yowled at him, oblivious to his thoughts and her own obnoxiousness in the solemn environment.
Ripping across the snow Pachirisu jumps as high as she can before plowing into the heap of snow. It was a lot denser then she had expected though and she didn't quite sink into it. Instead the solid pack scraps at her legs and belly, the Jolteon yelping and scrabbling away from the snow as the pain prickles at her body. "Ow ow ow!"
She barks, the Glaceon already at her side as she flops to the ground. Looking into his blue eyes, half hoping he would say 'are you alright?' or something close to it, she can already read his expression. Getting back to her paws she mutters begrudgingly, "Okay.. maybe that wasn't the smartest thing ever."
A cold breeze starts to blow through her thin fur and instantly the Electric Type begins to shiver, flecks of snow caught in her pelt to go with her new scrapes. It seemed her fun out here was over.
The Glaceon stood very still, looking over his friend for anything serious. Those will sting but should be okay.
Whipping his tail back and forth he withholds a sigh. Wounds really
weren't a good idea in a place like this.. no matter how minor. "Now I huurrttt."
She continues to whine, giving her pelt a shake and sending snow flying. Wincing as a clump smacks him in the face Glalie gives no other reaction. Maybe there are things out here to tend to those scratches?
The chances for that weren't great but if they were moving anyway he could keep his eyes open. Walking past the Jolteon he can not ignore that the shivering was already getting more intense. He had told her not play in the snow but, just like when they were kits, she did it anyway and was not regretting it. If she can get out of the cold for a bit that could help..
But where could they stay out in a place like this?
Marching onward, his wide paws acting as perfect snow shoes, he drags his tail across the Jolteon's side to say he was moving on. She lets out a small whine but otherwise does not protest. Ears high and alert they cant help but focus on the crunching from each of the Pachi's steps. "My paws are cold.."
Letting the sigh go his time with a small roll of his eyes Glalie knows their progress toward the lake would now be hindered. She would eventually have to stop and there was no where in sight that they could rest at. If we don't find anything soon I could mak-
He stops dead in his tracks, blues eyes locking on a shape on the ground. A, that.. massive tracks?
Prints of something much larger then himself. "What is it Glalie?"
The sad mewl seemed to of picked up his anxiety. How long have these been here?
Sniffing the scent is still ashy and fresh, the moist snow smell had yet to cover the Pokemons scent. The Glaceon hesitates. ...We should probably avoid whatever it is.
But something was telling him to follow the tracks. They hadn't seen a single Pokemon in what seemed like forever. The land out here was desolate but it shouldn't be that
barren. Grinding his teeth the Ice Type decided he at least wants to know what kind
of Pokemon it is, even if that plan was dangerous. "We're following them,"
His voice was faint but the Jolteon perked at hearing it once more. "Okay!"
((Omg I missed these two ; ; They should be pretty close to the others and he saw Arcanine's prints since I think those were still there.))