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With such a large pack traveling in the outskirts, it didn’t take long for the pack to run into a wild pokemon. In fact, Ryoko the houndour was the first to run into it as he darted further away from the rest of the pack with Zaheer hot on his stubby tail. The Vullaby sent a mean look at the pup when he spotted it, trying to scare it away sense it couldn’t fly away like its evolved form. The hyper pup flinched, but snarled viciously at the bird not willing to back down. Zaheer was with him, growling at the wild pokemon too. It was cornered. It couldn’t escape even if it could run.[break][break]

The sounds of the snarls and growls grabbed Maverick’s attention as he came to the scene. His warm gaze fell upon the frighten Vullaby as the rest of the pack emerged around the vullaby. The man frowned, not what he wanted to find. “Leave it,” the man growled with a domineering tone, “Let’s keep looking.” With the true alpha’s word, the pack turned to follow the human and leave the poor outnumber vullaby alone. Only Ryoko stayed behind. He growled at the bird. But a “Ryoko” shout from his handler, the pup backed off and joined the rest of the pack as they ventured the outskirts.[break][break]

The human hoped he would find a zorua line or a spiritomb before it got too late.

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Several hours have passed and still, no luck finding the dark type he needed. A frown formed along his lips, warm gaze flickered to the incense that looked about to be done for the day. It was a good thing he didn’t spend any money on these things. It only made him wonder, if the other one was even worth it trying to find the last dragon he needed. A sigh escaped him as his gaze lifted off the item in question onto his pack. Deciding to take a break, the human and his pack of canine rested on the outskirt of the outskirts. Maverick leaned casually against a tree trunk while the rest of the pack mingled amongst each other.[break][break]

Kimba remained by his side, laying down at his feet while Azar groomed her affectionately in hopes to win her over. Azula wasn’t too far away from him either, grooming one of the female houndours while the other one waited for her turn to be groomed. The boy houndours, just had too much energy to sit still.[break][break]

Lukas and Tobias were play fighting, showing the new pups ropes. The scarred houndoom let loose a snarl, snapping his muzzle at Tobias while he retorted with a snarl of his own. Tobias lunged forward to crunch on Lukas shoulder blade. Lukas see his plan of attack, moving slightly out of the way to give him an opening to crunch on him instead. And, it worked. Lukas clamped his muzzle on Tobias rear flank, a mixture of a snarl and whine ripped through his throat. Tobias then sent a flamethrower at Lukas, trying to get him to let go. And although normally Lukas would not let go in a really battle, he did. He backed up, growling as he throw his head back in a howl to boost his attack. Tobias took in a deep breath, letting the toxic substance brew in his gust before he let a smog over Lukas. This fight continued with back and forth blows, showing the young pups different ways to get out of certain situations.[break][break]

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Correction. Maverick knew but also knew the houndoom was more of a solo type. He wasn’t interested in the pups or the girls. He wasn’t really interested in fight though he did like too. He was bored. And in the trainer mind, he figured maybe Memphis could scare more wild dark types towards them. But as Memphis roamed the outskirts, a sandile appeared before him. It growled at the lone houndoom. Memphis growled intensified at the sandile each moment it decided not to run, lips peeled back slowly until his muzzle was completely open and salvage ripped from his bottom jaw. At first, the ground and dark type wasn’t faze. It was the snapping of the jaw that scared the wild pokemon away. It dug back into the earth to flee from the rabid canine. The houndoom let out a snort, gaze turned to see where he was before he continued on his own venture.

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Several hours pass by now. Warm gaze flickered down to the incense as it started to loose it’s scent. He frowned, shoving the dead thing in his pocket before he gaze turned to his pack. Pinching his bottom lip, the man force air out of the slit and a loud whistle erupted form him. The call made everyone stopped what they were doing and gather around him. Even Memphis returned, standing in the back of the group. His gaze flickered over the pack, a smile in his eyes. “Alright,” the man announced to the creature, pulling out poke balls, “Looks like we are done today. It’s time to go home.”
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With that, one by one the man recalled each of the houndours and houndooms. All of them except his two houndoom females, Azula and Kimba. Once everyone was safely in their poke balls, the man sighed. “Let’s go,” he told the two canine as he started to make his way back to slateport city, “I need to warm up anyway.” The incense was a waste of time and energy. But hey, at least he got his pack out and about before he returned them to the exhibit to play.

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