Dendemille Town || Morning
Clover 113 || Kolven 93
"No, if there is any chance it leaves us be that will disturb it." Tossing and bobbing his head the tomcat agreed with her, but he had assumed that risk when making the suggestion. If the Pokemon saw them as trespassers getting off their territory quicker could help, or if they sought to strike moving out of range could save their skins. Or perhaps they would walk out of [or in to] an ambush, but be fast enough to avoid trouble. With a deep breath and a sigh he put it aside; the trainer knew better, and who was he to argue. "Keep your wits about you." She warned them sternly, and the cat lost interest in perusing the matter any further.
Instead his eyes were locked on Clover's filthy shape. She weaved through the field with ease, her hobbled steps not slowing her down in the slightest as her ruby eye eyed and avoided each hole like a machine. He wondered, were her wits always this sharp? Her awareness had taken a shape turn in this cold place, but the slight altitude change had really helped perk her back up. As the molly once again put space between them he worried she was getting a bit too into it, that her impulses would return with full force even under the sedation of the cold. With a leap and hop the distance increased further, and giving the smallest meow to recall her the cat only responded with a flick of her good ear.
"We're almost there, last thing we need is to mess up and put all of us in danger. At least Maka is using that sense of smell to his advantage. If he was to find something, he'd say it." Kolven gave a quiet groaning grunt. He was also smelling for anything suspicious, legends they all were, but the canine had the best sense of smell among them and was also used to scenting in the frozen environment. He'd be the first to detect something but not the only. There was point in defending his position, but the Meowth's tongue was held moreso by the unnerving silence that surrounded them. This desolate plain was growing more foreboding by the moment, and his paws still itched to sprint out of it.
Mimicking that very silence the cat walked with his ears primed. The field seemed endless, much more vast than it had from their starting point, but finally he could see their destination growing in the near distance. The remaining length was no better looking, the fur along his spine standing on end, and with his claws primed Kolven kept himself aware.