Route 121 | Late Afternoon
Arrow 13 | Sear 9
"Leave it." Feeling relieved that they wouldn't have to stop Arrow drops back to four paws. It was odd, he was strangely comfortable in this group already. So far they had tried to eat him and made him have to walk to some random place yet it was pleasant to finally be part of a team once more. Even if the only team he had ever known was a two man crew. Maybe I could get used to this. Casting a glance to the treetops he hopes Sear can feel the same. She always seemed troubled when it was just the two of them, like something was nagging at her that only others could satisfy. Other Pokemon brought the life back to her restless spirit that he just could not.
With each step Sear can feel the ways of her people returning to her. I can not let my culture die! If Pikachu were rare in this Safari place, then maybe other rare Pokemon were there as well. Really rare Pokemon. Ones like herself. What if it was her place of origin? My birth place.. A place to call 'home', something the Pikachu has no recollection of. "We better hurry on." Picking up the pace the Pikachu wants to get there now! forget food and shelter, a chance to know more about herself would mean the world to her.
But after so many leaps and hops Sear feels tiredness tugging at her paws. Exhaustion after a long day, it wouldn't be bad to act like her cousin species for a bit. Picking her way down to ground level she falls in next to Arrow. "I saw it," She says with light in her voice, "The building. Its so close, even down here I bet we can see it once we round that big tree over!"
Feeling a bit bored by the walk Arrow decides to thrown in his own bit of conversation. It would only last for a second but that was better then nothing, right? Looking to the Nidorino he smiles, hoping it didn't seem creepy as he paired it with his question. Or, it was more of a statement. "You never told us your names."