She/Them
15 (Estimated)
April 5th
Route 119/Fortree
???
Wandering Wildchild
Cadet
Hootin' and Hollerin' [M]
POSTED ON Jan 1, 2023 1:00:27 GMT
Petalburg Woods was a nice place, even if its proximity to Oldale - and by extension the Silent Icelands - meant that it was quite cold at present. The snow - relatively shallow, yet still an experience Ettie had to get used to - crunched underneath the feet of Ettie and her pack as they moved. Above, the brief flashes of black feathers from Astus and Adrea could be seen - both corvids flitting about, keeping an eye on the pack's surroundings and the path ahead. All was peaceful and quiet thus far - likely due to many of the usual native pokemon having gone into hibernation with the shift in climate.
But all the whilst, Ettie couldn't help but find herself at ease in this place. Though Petalburg Woods was not a rainforest - and though the foliage nowhere quite as thick and lush - the trees that surrounded the pack reminded Ettie of home. Of prowling through the thick of it during a hunt, or exploring whilst patrolling with her family. All it was missing was the smell of earth and moss that would fill Ettie's lungs as she breathed in. Though, it instead was simply filled with the icy chill of winter, something without scent yet so much sensation as it settled heavy in her chest.
That was okay, however. Perhaps things would warm back up, sooner or later - and when it did, she'd be able to truly feel at home out here, so far to the southwest.
But, as Ettie continued to explore through the woods, she noticed something. Namely, that things were... Almost too quiet. As if the pokemon here were absent - or had fallen silent, in the face of some predator lurking in their midst. Certainly, the pack could've very well been the reason - it wasn't like they were being all too subtle about their presence. Although, something didn't seem right here...
... And then, in the distance, she heard a ruckus. Screeching, hooting, hollering - a group of pokemon making enough noise to wake the dead!
The pack was understandably alarmed by this - immediately on guard as they glanced around themselves. What was that? What had happened?! The ruckus only seemed to continue - rising in intensity, until the thumps and scuffles of a battle began to be heard. Ettie and Anne shared a glance, before Ettie turned to the rest of the pack - "Stay! Ettie-Anne look!" - and then moved ahead, looking to investigate the situation.
Which, it was an odd one to say the least. There were two small groups of pokemon here - one Primeapes, the other Passimians - waging battle, squabbling over something that Ettie lacked the context to figure out on her own. Was this a territory dispute? Did these sort of pokemon even keep territories, or were they more nomadic? Was this some sort of hunt gone wrong? Or were they just fighting for the sake of fighting?
Ettie wasn't sure - and glancing to Anne, it seemed that the lycanroc wasn't sure, either. Perhaps, if they just continued to watch, they could figure out what the trouble here was...
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