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A little hump of a Pokemon, apparently. Numel, the Pokedex said once she scanned it. The thing seemed a little dopey. Lazy. Too slow. Not Camp Annie material, in other words. The criteria for that was arbitrary and changed depending on the day or weather, but nobody had managed to call her out on that yet! “Okay. This time, a lot slower.” She patted her Arcanine on the back, gesturing for him to give her a gentler ride that time around.

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Riding along at a light jogger’s pace not only meant that Annie’s lunch stayed in her stomach – it also allowed daring Pokemon to stand side by side with them. Such was the case with the little fox that came to join them. It had the eyes of a Vulpix, the colour of the Arcanine she’d rode in on, and the beauty both were renowned for. An easy candidate for Camp Annie – but she couldn’t have Hunter fight while she was on top on him. Luckily, she didn’t have to.

A few of her fire types had taught her the way into their hearts was through their stomachs. From her pocket, she retrieved a handful of berries, freshly gathered from her farm. A few pats on the back with her frfee hand told her mount to stop, so she could reach down and offer the food to their soon-to-be friend. Once she got close, and the Flareon had its chance to sniff, she let the berries drop. She knew before it happened that the fox would want its berries roasted, and there was no need for her hand to be charred too. With the Pokemon’s head down to eat, Annie moved in for the kill! Well, for the Pokeball, bouncing it against the little beast’s back.

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