When would you say it’s ‘too many’ to be classified as ‘too many’? Three? Six? Twenty? Fifty? Either way, it didn’t stop Maverick. In fact, it just pushed him to get more. It was part of his dream. Houndours and Houndooms were his passion, his drive, his life, and his blood. Ever sense his first ever starter pokemon Kimba, houndour at the time, Maverick found his love for the dark and fire type only grow more over the years. But even as he started to gather more and more of them, it still bothered him he has yet to find his beloved starter pokemon Kimba and a few others like Memphis. Deep down, he hoped they were alive and well.

At the sound of exchanging vicious snarls and snapping jaws, the trainer snapped back to reality. He blinked, eyes cleared from their daze to focus on his pack running wild route 119. “Hey!” the man shouted loudly in a harsh and domineering tone, “Enough!… Separate!… Now!” Azar let out a sharp whimper as Tobias snipped at Azar’s left thigh before Azar snapping at Tobias to get him to back off. Tobias took a few steps back, lips peeled back to show his pearly whites. “I mean it!” Azar growled in return to Tobias’s aggression towards him. It was a stand off between them to see who will disobey their trainer and risk getting in trouble. But soon, Tobias let out a huff and relaxed from his defensive stance. Azar soon followed though didn’t take his eyes off of him as Tobias moved away. Maverick sighed, running his hand through his hair before turning to see what his other canine’s were doing.

His gaze shifted to see the two pups playing, Willow, the whiter than normal poochyena, and Ryoko, the houndour play rustling in front of Azula, the massive six foot seven houndoom wearing a rapidash skull, and Evo, the male arcanine, who rested snuggling together under a shade tree. With being surround by these creatures so much, the man could sense Azula’s distressed towards the new poochyena. Although Ryoko wasn’t her true pup, she has taken the mother figure roll and doesn’t like poochyena playing with her houndour. But she seems like she is accepting it, for now.

With them being good, his gaze shifted to Kirala. She was a newer recruit to the pack and appeared to be keeping to herself. The calico pelted arcanine rested under a different shade tree, away from almost everyone though Maverick had noticed her gaze shifting to Evo every now and than. Another round of snarls and growls ripped through the air, forcing Maverick to turn his attention away from the new arcanine to what was going on. But just as he was about to yell again, it appeared that Lukas and Tobias were sparring. “Good,” the man sighed, feeling as though he has already gotten over his head with this. Then it clicked, where is Azar?