Sierra sat amidst the wilderness, surrounded by her faithful pokemon—Tyrannitar, Zorua, Vulpix, and Goomy. The moon hung like a radiant lantern in the night sky, casting its silver glow upon the campsite and conjuring dancing shadows. Sierra, wrapped in the warmth of her camping gear, took a leisurely sip from her flask, the cool liquid a contrast to the crisp night air. In the hushed serenity, the distant howls of unseen pokemon reached their ears, prompting a collective stillness among the group. Tyrannitar's sharp gaze scanned the surroundings, while Zorua and Vulpix, caught in the mystical allure of the moonlit night, responded with their own attempts at ethereal howls. [break][break]"AwoooOOo!"[break][break]"A-awooo!"[break][break]The harmonious exchange between Pokémon echoed through the quiet wilderness. [break][break]---------
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it's a free-for-all and the herd of lycanroc move as one, combatting trainers and their volleys of pokeballs. remus slams his paws together, red eyes shifting to a gleaming sapphire as the anticipation of the brawl gets to him. 

it's not the wolfish bipedal that releases a hungry AWOOOOO, but parker herself as she joins him in the fray. 

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AWOOOOOOO....

In the dead of night, the chorus of howls was enough to send a shiver down Riley's spine. "...The hell was that?" he muttered, sitting up straight. 

A few days prior, he'd taken a small camping trip to Mt. Chimney, nominally in an effort to see the sights of Hoenn. He hadn't exactly run into many wild pokémon since he'd been out here, but now... well, that seemed bound to change.

Espeon and Umbreon, his faithful companions, stirred from their shared huddle a few feet away. Umbreon stood up immediately, his fur spiking up in agitation. Espeon, meanwhile, affixed Riley with a calm, knowing gaze. His red gem gleamed in the moonlight. Riley sighed.

"C'mon, guys," he grumbled, getting to his feet. "Let's check it out, I suppose." At his lead, Espeon got to his feet, stretching out his back with a silent yawn, blinking his eyes once or twice. "I know, bud," Riley cooed, his eyes softening a bit. Poor Espeon was not built to operate at this time of night. Once both of his pokémon were up and alert, Riley led them in the direction of the howling, his curiosity piqued.

As they climbed up the ridge, they came across a rather strange sight: a horde of Lycanroc and Rockruff, gathering in the Jagged Pass. The group continued to howl, their cries echoing across the stone and creating a harmonious noise. Most curiously, some of the pokémon were coloured... strangely. A beautiful midnight blue.

Riley did not consider himself a trainer in the strictest sense of the word. But even still, curiosity tugged at his heart. Taking an empty pokéball, he crept forward, approaching the swarm slowly.

"Stay close to me, guys," he muttered to his pokémon, who followed quietly behind. "Let's just go in, catch one, and get out. Clear as mud."

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The night was dark and full of fur. Something the bounty hunter found herself crouching through as she slowly closed in on the pack of Lycanroc; not her most favorite way of sneaking up on the pokémon swarms that occasionally appeared across Hoenn, but with the moon illuminating her way she could imagine worse scenarios. Beside her, her Absol laid in wait, peering through the thicket at a nearby Midnight Lycanroc perched upon a small ledge. It was their current target for the night; to note their behavior -and their signature "awooooo"-howls- and perhaps catch a specimen to study further.

For now however, she merely watched. Time would tell if she'd be lucky enough to catch one.

You never specified the type of awoo~

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