Outside Frost Cavern [Cottage] || Dawn
Clover 48 || Kolven 25
Kolven's back ached and, as carefully as he could in such a small space, he leaned forward and gave his spine a big stretch. His tail rose high in the air as each vertebrae popped and he gave a massive yawn. Even after the wash the cold was tugging his mind back into sleep and he needed something more stimulating to keep himself from dozing off. Luckily, everyone seemed to waking up now and a faint buzz was starting to work its way through the cottage. The trainer giggled sweetly with her Pokemon, a truly endearing sight, while Drake went to check something in the kitchen. The Braxian, Finn or whatever his name was, seemed just as tense and standoffish as he was the day before. What was wrong with the guy, did he have a tick, socially inept, or just trust issues? "You all want to know my story mates? I'll tell you all when we get off this mountain. For now, we wait for Jack."
Kolven dropped his paw back down and hopped off the chair. While he didn't really care to know the fox's story he had to admit it could give some insight to his twitchy behavior. It doesn't excuse it though. Oh well, to each his own, and as the fox walked back in the kitchen and out of earshot the Meowth could only wonder what private things he was mouthing off. Probably something about not feeding Clover. Or having anything to, I guess. He'd heard that conversation one too many times. With a tense sigh Kolven stood and gently nudged his sister with his cheek. "Think you can stand yet Clovie? We gotta walk a lot more today and we don't want your legs locking up." The female gave a low growl and her tail trashed and she spread her forelimbs out. "Come on," the male encouraged with another nudge. The growling got a little louder and with a labored, struggling heave the undead rose to three wobbly paws. "That a girl," he cooed, pleased that the growling died back now that she was up.
Drake walked back in spouting conversation starters and didn't seem any wearier of the undead feline much to Kolven pleasure. "Kolven, Clover? I do have some things that you both may like when we get there." Clover's red eye swam across the room toward the Charmeleon at the mention of her name. Food, was the only thing she could think of and her claws dug into the floor at such a wishful prospect. "Oh?" Kolven purred curiously, his tail curling up completely and before falling back down as he tried to continue the conversation for Clover's sake. "I appreciate whatever it may be, but I do hope its not just 'something shiny' as my species is prone to collect." His voice was light as that was meant as a joke, but the possible offense still remained. While Kolven was not denying his favor for shiny things it was too difficult to collect and keep any more than his trinket while traveling such distances. Hopefully, if they had some amazing stroke of luck, it was some sort of clue to where Arsi was or something to help in their search/travels.