It felt strange in a good yet, strange way. He had lived there for so long, made a decent reputation for himself and even achieved his life long dream in just a few short years. Everything was going so good for him, but here he was. In a way, Maverick was content with his choice to move to Hoenn. It dragged him way from the stress he had endured over the years, both physically and mentally. And in all honest, that last year the scarred male was questioning his own sanity more often that he would ever care to admit. Although pleased with this decision, Maverick also felt guilty. He left so many of his beloved pokemon behind, the worse of them all was his partner during that whole crazy ride. It pained him deeply, though the breeder knew he left them in good hands and they will be much happier now. The past was the past, it was time to move on and start a new life.

His warm crimson colored orbs flickered over the land, remembering places similar. It felt like home, maybe that’s why he has lingered here for so long and really didn’t want to leave the familiar place. Without much thought, his arm extended out for the comfort of his beloved canine companion. The hell hound pushed her skull into his extended reach, allowing the man’s rough hands graze her rapidash bone helmet as they both strolled along the outskirts of the route just as the sun started to set along the horizon. His gaze shifted for a brief moment as his hand fell down the back of her neck, both pairs of eyes locked for a silent conversation before drifted apart and the handler’s arm felt back to his side. His hands retreated back to his pockets of his ebony dress pants. Azula, the houndoom, let out a small whimper in concern as she heard him let out a long sigh. He hasn't been himself in several weeks and she was getting worried.

“I’m alright,” he mumbled in a low tone to her, but did not dare to met her gaze, “Let’s just enjoy the night, Azula. I think we are going to head out tomorrow morning towards another route.” If the man wanted to be a successful trainer one day, he needed to have pokemon to train and pokemon he could use. And of course, he needed healthy strong ones too. Maverick has always been interested in genetics after a select few of his previous pokemon had unique defects and variants than the standard species. Although his mind was lost in thought, Azula was not so lost. The hell hound let a grunted growl along with a snort, clearly not believing him. But she didn’t want to push things, not yet anyway. Instead, the canine lifted her nose into the cool air of the setting suns breeze. Moist nostrils flared, taking in both the new or old scents of place around them.