The small forest environment had never sounded so quiet. Its eerie silence only further exasperated her quiet, intrusive thoughts. The kind that drove one insane, with your head in your hands and unable to move. She kicked at the grass while she walked past the normal tree, and hummed a slow lullaby. Grigori's from his own mom.

It was only when she approached a tiny stream, water from a heavy rain the day prior, that she finally found her quarry. Not a moment too soon, as the sound of its hopeful capture distracted her from the world. 

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Catch attempt on Fletchling, 3/4 Safari Balls remaining

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[attr="class","wildtitle"]A WILD MIENFOO APPEARED!

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[attr="class","wildtabox"] MALE	[attr="class","wildtabox2"] RECKLESS
[attr="class","wildtabox"]DRAIN PUNCH	[attr="class","wildtabox2"]FAKE OUT
[attr="class","wildtabox"]BOUNCE	[attr="class","wildtabox2"]FURY SWIPES
[attr="class","wildtabox"]FEINT	[attr="class","wildtabox2"] ---

[attr="class","wildtag"]june sleigh

[attr="class","wildnote"] 3/4 SAFARI BALLS REMAINING!

YOUR CAPTURE ATTEMPT WAS SUCCESSFUL!

The Mienfoo bounced off rocks and trees like it'd done three lines of blow off a toilet paper dispenser. Dirt filled the air after each step, or leaves slowly drifted to the forest floor. Whatever invisible threats it fought, they stood no chance against the rambunctious assault. Each mock blow came with its own sound effect, and each dodge with a swish.

Don't think it, don't say it. Don't think it, don't say it. Catch the Mienfoo and move on.

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Catch attempt on Mienfoo, 2/4 Safari Balls remaining

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[attr="class","wildtitle"]A WILD VAROOM APPEARED!

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[attr="class","wildtabox"] MALE	[attr="class","wildtabox2"] SLOW START
[attr="class","wildtabox"]TAUNT	[attr="class","wildtabox2"]IRON HEAD
[attr="class","wildtabox"]SWAGGER	[attr="class","wildtabox2"]ASSURANCE
[attr="class","wildtabox"]HAZE	[attr="class","wildtabox2"] ---

[attr="class","wildtag"]june sleigh

[attr="class","wildnote"] 2/4 SAFARI BALLS REMAINING!

YOUR CAPTURE ATTEMPT WAS SUCCESSFUL!

But she couldn't.

Annalise was missing. Grigori was missing. They'd been gone for who knew how long. They hadn't been found, and no one knew when they would be found-- let along the dozens alongside them. How much longer until people gave up? Moved on? Sure, people like herself would keep going. Never stop. Claw and scratch at the wound until it was irreparable. 

Until she repeated that moment two and half years ago, at the garage. When she found... found...

"Fuck this," June said as the ball rocked with the Varoom (once again burrowed in the sand). "I need... I need to..."

Go. Anywhere. On Matchstick's back, she left the final safari ball on a nearby stump and flew up and out of the safari zone. Desperate for any sense of closure. Answers. Explanations.

Or, at the very least, not have to deal with an anxiety attack in public. 

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Catch attempt on Varoom, 1/4 Safari Balls Remaining