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The small child bundled in John's arms slept oblivious to the cold. What had originally started as a brisk walk for supplies in a new town had ended up with the two humans getting lost. The heat put off by the quilava's skyrocketing body temperature was much more intense than normal- it was likely intentional. Tako glanced up at him, blinking bright red eyes once before looking back to the road. The clobbopus that oft accompanied the ex-trainer didn't have a care of his own. Supposedly, in Galar, their natural habitat were frigid seas abundant with glaciers and icebergs- he was likely right at home. A soft squeak exited the octopus's diminutive beak as it ambled over to a somewhat distant figure. A person, most likely- though he'll admit that his vision wasn't the best.

He hugged the bundle tighter. "You wouldn't happen to know the way back to Fallarbor, would you?" John spoke up as they drew closer. The fighting type had since run back to his shins, peeking at the person he was attempting to converse with.

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John hummed to himself as he adjusted the weight cradled to his chest. Lightly narrowed eyes saw motion in the distance- a timburr, a delibird- before returning to the person in front of him. "Yes," he admitted again to being lost- perhaps the stranger hadn't heard him the first time. "Sorry to intrude, we need to get back to Fallarbor- the snow covered our old tracks." another pause as the fire type at his heels let the fires burn slightly higher. The Quilava's body language was entirely non-aggressive; it was likely an automatic response to the declining temperature. In contrast, the clobbopus seemed not to mind the frigid weather at all- he was busy chasing the fleeing delibird. He scratched at his jaw with a free finger. Hopefully no confrontations would follow their encounter.