When El entered the tower, they didn’t wholly expect for them to see a flickering candle, in one of the far corners of this floor. Approaching it, they were met with yet another surprise – as though they were correct in it not being a Litwick for its small size, this candle turned out to be a Greavard!

The pup barked and bounded about with excitement – the sort of excitement that a dog would show an owner who they hadn’t seen in a long, long, time.

El couldn’t help but laugh happily at the sight, watching the Greavard bounce about. ”Hey there, buddy.” They greeted the ghost-type, crouching down. ”You’re pretty friendly, aren’t you?”

The pup gave another bark in response, as if to say ‘yes, yes I am!’

El smiled warmly with this. For how excited the Greavard was, they kinda wanted to play with the ghost-type. They’d pull out a rubber ball – and would give it a toss down one of the corridors. ”Fetch, buddy!”

And with a bark, the Greavard was off – darting on down the hall! El waited patiently – taking this as a chance to sit down – whilst waiting for the ghost-type’s return… But, it might have taken them a bit by surprise, when the Greavard ended up returning with not the rubber ball, but instead a particularly round rock.

”Huh.” El mumbled, glancing down to the smooth rock that the pup deposited into their palm. Where in the world did the rubber ball go…?

… Ah, they may as well not pine over it too hard. It’d be easy to pick up a new one. Instead, they’d smile and switch the rock out for an empty pokeball. ”I bet I can find you a new home, lil fella.” There had been someone asking for a Greavard, right? And it seemed like the pup might've been a little lonely here, before they came along.