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The creature is making a ruckus from above, hanging in the treetops of the path to fortree and Isra grimaces at the sound. An obnoxious break in the ambiance of the path on an otherwise quiet spring evening.

The whistle is sharp, calling the beast at her command to action. She does not look at the fire it spits from its maw, coating its teeth in fire. She does not listen as it sinks its teeth in, she does look to see what the pokemon does.

Isra only enjoys the quiet that takes over again, when all is said an done. Only broken by the sound of wings in the air above.

>>passing

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The dragon soars overhead, circling his decided route across the path and back to her again with ease. She lets him, allowing the pokemon to roam free as she comes upon a place she has perched more than once. The woman sits and crosses one leg over the other. It isn't long before she has a visitor.

It is hard to miss against the back drop of the green path, the pokemon doesn't not quite seem like it belongs and Isra raises a brow at it. In many ways the pokemon is a little unsettling to her but she has become more used to its presence than she had previously been. At first she and the pokemon just stare at each other, almost as if it can't quite make sense of her either.

The treats in her bag are soon found to not be good enough to catch its attention either but the pokemon doesn't leave. It simply seems to be waiting, or watching, she can't quite tell. She settles with picking it up and letting it perch next to her, the pokemon seems content or a spell.

The pair wait for the Salamence to be content with his night, and the pokeball seems a willing way to travel when the beast begins to open its gaping maw.

>>catching