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It was hard to believe that in less than a year, the scarred man has accomplished so much. At least, in his books. Back home, it took him seven years to get to were he was today in Hoenn. And really, he didn’t accomplish as much as he did here than back home. Although he did come to Hoenn with more experience than he did the region before, the trainer just could not believe how much he has grown over the many years. Even was his warm colored orbs flickered to the bright yellow oranges sphere that slowly but surely crept towards the horizon, the sensation of success washed over him. But in all reality, the man wasn’t done with his dreams.[break][break]

It was a soft whine from one of his many canine’s that dragged him back from his daze. Head turned away from the setting sun to see the starter pokemon that started this journey with him from the very beginning. A flash of confirm was in her ruby eyes, the whine was just to get his attention. A small grin tugged the edges of his lips, hand extended out to brush the side of her muzzle. The female houndoom pressed into his affection, her eyes closed as the human tried to comfort the creature. “We made it Kimba,” he mumbled to her in a whisper, “This is what we were training so hard for.” The human’s voice made her let out a soft more pleasing whine to show she understood what he said. “But we are not done yet,” he continued, lifting her muzzle up so her eyes would meet his, “I think we got what it takes to be the best.” Kimba’s eyes opened, staring deep within her own humans eyes. She could see the determination, something she loved about him. “Will you follow me to the top? Will you help me?” The female houndoom took a few steps back as she let out a few playful snarl and growls. Mav smiled. She throw her head back in a loud proud eerie howl.[break][break]

In her moment of passion, she triggered the rest. Each member of the pack halted wherever they were doing. All thirteen pair of eyes turned to them only to lift their own muzzle to the air and howl together in a pack cry. Anyone or anything within the miles could hear the eerie howls from the houndooms and houndours they were known for. Honestly, Maverick wouldn’t be surprised if he started to get phone calls about a pack wild houndooms and houndours running wild in the area that he needed to take care of. After all, the man was known as the houndour/houndoom man. Either way, their celebrated howl soon died out and the pack’s eyes were on him. His gaze shifted from one to the next before he gave them a nod. “Let’s go.” The pack returned to their ways as the search began for the last remained pokemon he needed. Surely a pack of canine’s can find them right?

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at route 121.