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How old was she? It was probably telling how little she tended to know or keep track of even her own age, that she had to stop to think for a second. "Doc-tor-friend said... Maybe-15?" Ettie murmured, not seeming wholly sure herself. Given how little of her past was known (besides growing up with wolves,) it had been a guesstimation that a doctor made - a somewhat generous one, given they had to factor in her stunted growth - based off of her physical development.

As it turned out, Lycanroc usually didn't keep track of numerical age in the same way that humans did.

A Starly would be startled from the bushes when the Togepi made a hasty retreat - making shrill warning cries as he disappeared into the canopy.

But, it was now Ettie's turn to ask the question - as she'd smile over to Dorian, questioning "How old is Friend?" Smiling brightly, she'd add "Is... Many-old? More than Ettie!"

Claiming Cinderace, Vespiquen, Charizard, Fennekin

"Ettie wanna see club!" The wildchild chirped, smiling brightly at Dorian. Although, after a moment, she paused to consider a certain issue with this plan. "But club for grown-ups, and Ettie not-grown-up..." She thought out loud, humming with consideration, until... "... Ettie go later?" Ettie guessed out loud, smiling brightly to the older man. Because surely, it'd still be there once Ettie became a grown-up, right?

... Not that she wholly knew how long it'd take, for her to get to the point of being a 'grown-up'. She just knew it was some word used for older humans.

The sound of a yelp from a certain Herdier, however, soon drew Ettie's attention. Glancing over, she'd see that Ruffian had attempted to pick a fight with a nearby wild Maractus - to expectedly pointy results. The Maractus' Spiky Shield had easily fended him off - leaving Ruffian with bruised (or perhaps more accurately, poked) dignity as he rubbed his face with his paw.

Anat, thankfully, was there to tend to him - the Lucario in question giving a sigh as she used Heal Pulse on him.

Ettie would still give Ruffian a pat on the head though - her voice sympathetic as she spoke in reassurance "Is okay! Hurt going away."

Ruffian, in response to the care and comfort alike, grumbled in a disgruntled fashion. He totally had that grass-type on the ropes - or at least, he wanted to think that.

It was difficult. It was harrowing. But the fighting was over, it seemed.

Miya crooned as she preened at Ettie's hair, and the wildwoman chuckled warmly - reaching up to scritch the bird on the head. Anne settled in at Ettie's opposite side - panting softly, weary, but eyes still alight with spirit. One by one, those of the pack still standing gathered together - and found comfort in eachothers' presences.

But, a shudder under one's feet shows that the memory is unraveling. Ettie glances about - recognition flashing in her eyes, and then back to the one of the pack that was borne here.

Miya chirps - uncertainty crossing the bird's expression, and then surprise, as Ettie embraces her close. Relaxing, she rests her head against her adoptive mother's shoulder, but...

"... We can't stay." Ettie whispers to Miya, burying her face against the avian's feathers. "I'm sorry... But we have to go. And- I... I don't know if you'll be able to come with us." Even for all that uncertainty implied in this statement though, there was a part of her that knew. That knew that Miya would not exist outside of this memory - at least, not in the way she did here.

But what did that mean? Miya blinked, lifting her head to better look at her mother - a soft and confused chirp leaving her beak. The pack was leaving? But without her? ... And what was that wetness, against her feathers? Was mother hurt?

Suddenly, Ettie stepped back - a hand wiping at her eyes. It felt like a betrayal, for things to have to happen this way. For the pokemon she raised over these past twenty years to have to be torn away - not by the choice of wanting to see the world or form a flock of her own, but by the simple cruelty of this world.

When Miya attempted to step closer though, Ettie raised a hand to stop her. "Go."
She urged Miya, her voice oh-so-soft and fragile. "To your kin. To those like yourself." To one's kind - towards the Zapdoses of kepler brueshaber , Aidan Hereford , and Cain Toman . Surely, Miya would not be alone for long that way. She'd have her own kind - a flock - to keep her company.

As if things were finally clicking, Miya let out a warbling cry in protest - stepping closer to Ettie, even as the woman stepped back in turn. The stride of long powerful legs overtook that of the human's own though - and she insistently tried to snuggle closer to Ettie - and...

... And Ettie, in turn, couldn't help but accept this - the emotions overflowed, and with it came her tears as she began to sob. She embraced Miya close - buried her face against her child's feathers once more. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry.." She hiccuped. "My child, my-- My lovely, wonderful, strong Miya, I..! I'm sorry we can't stay by your side... I'm so proud of you, for growing so big, so strong..."

Even as the pack gathered together though, in one last embrace, this unreality continued to crumble away. It cared naught of the grief of a mother and child being torn apart from one another. And all that Ettie could do was continue to cling to Miya, whispering words of grief and reassurance for the both of them...

Until all goes dark. . .

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. . . The first thing Ettie could register, was drops of rains falling upon her face. Wakefulness came slow, in a body that - for a brief period of time - felt too small. But, the sudden sounds of barks and crowing would jolt the child-again to full awareness, and she sat up - glancing around herself.

The pack - and flock - that had been left behind amidst the chaos was now gathering around - worry and relief alike in their body language. Those separated were now together, checking on one another, licking wounds and sniffing and grooming...

And Ettie, of course, was not spared from this. The wildchild couldn't help a sudden squeal of laughter as Duchess is sniffing and nuzzling along her side. "Tickles!" She yelps amidst the laughing, hands coming up to lightly push the Manectric back. But, even amidst the warmth of the reunion... Something feels off, Ettie soon realizes, as she is finally able to push herself up to her feet.

Something is missing.

Someone is missing.

A packmate - no, flockmate - is missing.

It's this realization that causes something in her heart to twist in a familiar-unfamiliar way. Distant, vague, memories - ones that she can only cling to wisps of - whirl about in her mind. And when she realizes that there's something in one of her pockets that wasn't there before - a little accessory, adorned with orange-and-black feathers - something clicks.

"... Miya...?" Ettie whispers softly to herself, the name leaving her lips unbidden. It felt foreign on her tongue, yet as if it belonged all the same - a feeling akin to deja vu. Glancing about at the pack, confusion rises as she questions "Where Miya...?"

However, most of her pokemon give confused glances back - as if unsure of what she's talking about, or who this 'Miya' is. Only a few seem to find recognition in the name - but when their own gazes are distant and sorrowful... The confusion in Ettie's heart gives way to grief. A sort of grief she'd never felt before - that she'd never had to feel before. That of a mother who lost her child.

And for this Ettie, who is a child herself, it is the most painful thing she's ever felt - especially when it's hitting her all at once. Tears rise unbidden, and before she knows it, she's letting out an almost inhuman wail of grief.

Miya is missing. Where is Miya? Who is Miya? Though the sight of the feathers produces some image in her mind, it is fleeting and distant. Incomplete - or perhaps more accurately, fragmented. Ettie's limited vocabulary makes it difficult to put things into words - but the frustration that comes with such only serves to heighten the pain in her heart.

And all the pack can do is embrace her, as she collapses into Anne's side - sobbing against her fur. "Miya... Miyaaaa..." She whimpers pitifully inbetween hiccups and grieving cries, a weak voice calling out for someone who only exists in the figments of her mind. A name that she can't even put a face to, despite it having engraved itself upon her heart.

She doesn't even have the mind to register it, when Zacian and Zamazenta both depart, for Hoenn beyond...

The fight is chaos - pure chaos, in fact. Ettie, however, finds herself falling into a trancelike rhythm of tearing down foe after foe with her claws. Her clothes and hair are a mess - or at the very least, more a mess than usual.

But, she isn't alone in this. Brynnhildr Erling's appearance - paired with the older woman striking down a poison-mon that had nearly snuck up on Ettie - would be met with a feral grin from the wild-woman. "They think they're predators, and we're prey." She spoke, a low growl of excitement and battlefury alike in her voice. "Let's prove them wrong."

Though, in the ensuing flurry of attacks traded amongst the dynamaxed beasts, Delle is struck by the Intelleon - a blow that sends the Marshadow collapsing back to her normal size. But all the same, she managed to serve her purpose - contributing to bringing down the shield that had protected the chameleon.

Ettie takes this in stride - even if she lets out a growl at the towering water-type for such a transgression. The hurricane she embodies in this moment pauses only briefly enough for her to recall Delle - keeping the Marshadow close and safe - before she is prepared to return to the madness.

But, a voice cuts through the cacophony - a familiar one, breaking out into a pained shout. Immediately, Ettie's gaze snaps in the direction of the sound - and with a growl, she darts that way... In the time, to see a guard - one that had always greeted Ettie, each time she returned from her regular outings - fall to one of the poison horde.

When the shock that hits her passes though, a righteous anger fills Ettie from the sight. That one of her pack has fallen - that she wasn't able to protect him - and even though she'd seen many a villager die in Ballonlea from the attacks that it weathered... It still stokes a fire in her heart, that makes her snarl.

Her gaze shifts to Eternatus - the path between her and the poisonous dragon clear as the army is thinned out and its generals fall. Though she does not turn her head to look, she can hear Miya's approach behind her - the Galarian Zapdos' talons coated in sludge from their fallen foes. The bird lets out a low croon, her head nuzzling against her mother's side...

... And Ettie, in turn, gently pets Miya with the back of her hand. "We hunt, Miya." Without hesitation, she leaps onto the Zapdos' back - Miya breaking out into a high-speed charge in the dragon's direction.

Miya weaves between the chaos with ease, almost as if the combatants were but the trees of Glimwood Tangle. And once she is close enough to engage, she leaps upon her mighty legs - wings flapping for that extra bit of height - as she propels herself into a Drill Peck in Eternatus' direction!

Ettie is not one to be idle, either. She leaps from Miya's back to engage the dragon as well, claws outstretched as she follows up with an Accelrock aimed at Eternatus - howling as a beast all the whilst.

Prey was prey - no matter how large.

Ettie had been taken by surprise by the hostile Klefki's appearance (in addition to a wild Oddish that had been sent scampering.) For a brief moment, Dorian might be able to see the way that the pack soon bristled - the wildchild included, her gaze suddenly less like that of a friendly puppy and more like that of a wild wolf. It was as if she had been prepared to pounce on the little fairy-type herself, especially given her fingers going for one of the hilts to her doublade!

But, his magmar had it handled - allowing for the Mad Dog to catch the Klefki. With the danger fully passed, Ettie and her pokemon began to calm back down - though the wildchild would still make a soft growl in her throat as she relaxed.

And once she relaxed, only then did she seem to properly regard Dorian's words. She'd glance in his direction, before nodding and smiling, her expression lighting back up in contrast to the wild-serious look she had moments ago. "Club sound-fun! Music good! Play good!" She chirped - seeming to have a somewhat different picture in her head of what this club must be like. "Ettie not-good at music... But listening nice."

"River or lake good!" Ettie agreed with a happy nod. "River good hunting. Lake lots space!" Of course, Toki probably didn't hunt like Ettie sometimes did - she noticed that other humans tended to have mixed thoughts on it all. But she also thought it was important to keep all the important resources in mind!

"Fire... No-worry, if-have water." Be it water-types or just a water source in general, that should be enough to help prevent any accidents with fire-types, right? She had Barbara and Haru around, and there was no problem there, after all!

Else... "Beach good, too! Water taste bad, though." She added, making a 'blech' expression as she did. Salt, as it turned out, did not taste good in excess. "Lots sun, for Malik, too!"

But as far as the question of a specific location went though... Ettie hummed. "Ettie not sure... Try ask pack?" She suggested, gesturing to his pokemon. "Let pack give ideas!" This would be their home in the end, too, so they should have some input on what they wanted from this future den!

Cassie whistled happily to Azura and briefly nuzzled her, the shiny Primarina being more than happy to befriend the Brionne. Swimming a short distance away, she gave a little melodic bark to invite Azura to play with the group - and Aurien would concur with an excited bark of his own!

The two Dewgong were equally interested in this newcomer - though Pago seemed a bit more easygoing about it, just giving a happy hum as he regarded her. Penny, meanwhile, preened under any attention cast her direction - seeming a bit more on the vain side, even if she was indeed curious of Azura.

Ettie eagerly took in the information provided - nodding along as her gaze followed Johanna's gestures. Okay, this game seemed pretty easy to understand, too! She was looking forward to giving it a try!

But then came the mention of a fee. Ettie had blinked at it at first - but her expression lit up as the gym leader expressed her intention to help pay for it. "Thank you!" The wildchild chirped, giving Johanna a quick hug. "Ettie... think money weird." She commented with a giggle. Why use those funny pieces of paper or coins, when one could be trading stuff like food, or materials, instead? That seemed far more useful in the long run!

Though, she did like how shiny the coins could be.

But in any case, the game was ready to go - and Ettie wouldn't waste any more time. Approaching the counter, she took one of the darts - looking it over, idly poking her finger against the pointy tip. She usually didn't throw things to fight or hunt - but she could see the value in having something sharp to throw. And, it sounded like it'd be fun to try and hit these balloons!

Thus, she'd wind back her arm - and aiming at one of the targets, threw her dart with all her might!

Johanna was not the only one who seemed troubled by the trip downwards.

Initially, the bioluminescent plants that grew along the sides of this chasm had caught Ettie's attention - and the wildchild, from her seat atop Aurien's back, would occasionally direct the Primarina to drift closer to get a better look. She knew better than to directly interact with said plants - cause who knew if they were safe - but at the very least, she found the glow that they gave off quite fascinating...

... At least, that was, until she saw something. Something that drew a yelp from her - sending a confused Aurien whirling about to try and figure out what it was she saw. And as if in reaction to Ettie's sudden cry, the lights would suddenly go out - the bioluminescent life that grew along the sides of the chasm going dark in an outwards pulse.

However, the dark didn't do any favors for Ettie's situation - the wildchild flinging herself back and away from some unseen threat, eyes wide and wild, teeth bared as she let out a snarl of fear - huddling closer to Nikita and Johanna.

The pokemon, however, were confused. Anne and Duke would go to Ettie's side to try and reassure her - and the pinnipeds glanced about, as if hoping to see what she had seen. But as far as they could tell - even in the lessened light...

"... Not... there?" Ettie asked softly, glancing to Anne. The wolf nodded in confirmation - nuzzling Ettie in an attempt to soothe her.

"Ettie saw... Not-know. Big. Sharp." She murmured, her voice somewhat timid. "Saw blood. Smelled lots... But not-there? Why..?" Quietly, her gaze slid to Johanna and Nikita both - as if hoping for an explanation.

Ettie blinked, initially puzzled at what Toki was talking about. "Be-ne-fits?" She mused in turn, seeming to give Toki's suggestions some actual thought. But, shaking her head a little, she continued "Ettie... not-need human home. Ettie want pokemon home - den!" It was what she grew up with - and it'd be all that the pack would need, right? Just a nice den close to some water and food sources, maybe one that she can easily keep hidden or protected.

Of course, to find such a den would be difficult - but she wasn't too worried about it.

Toki seemed to be considering his own personal den away from Fortree, though - and Ettie hummed thoughtfully. "Den need water, for Azura." She stated - considering Toki's pokemon a surprising amount. "And sun, for Malik! Lota might-like, too..." She trailed off with a hum here, looking to Toki's pokemon. Was she considering what sort of pokemon den would accomodate them?

Azura's approach to the group of pinnipeds would be met positively - the two dewgongs giving her a curious glance, as she barked to the primarina duo! Aurien and Cassie both perked up at the sight of kin, though - the latter giving a soft and melodic whistle in greeting, whereas the former would say hello with more bombastic-sounding barks! All four water-types would gather around Azura to check her out with friendly sniffs, eager to get to know her.

Anat and Haru both considered Toki's words for a few moments - before nodding mutually. Although, the Delphox seemed equal parts humorous and exasperated when she conveyed the image of both Ettie, and a magnet - expressing the fact that the wildchild was a magnet for trouble. Anat concurred with a sigh and a smile.

When Zacian emerges with a howl, the sound stirs at something within Ettie. She recognized it like a rallying call - like her pack would make to prepare for a hunt - and her instincts and heart sung in response.

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Throwing back her head, the woman responds with a howl of her own - announcing that she was here, that she will follow. The sound would rise into a chorus as her pokemon joined in - and it was a song so full of spirit, compared to the more mournful calls made for their lost packmates in the evenings during the initial years.

They knew what to do, when Zacian's spirit sped on by - and without hesitation, the group began to move. "Johanna Joy ! Shalin Nariya ! Brynnhildr Erling ! Ruby Garcia ! Gwyar Wledig !" Ettie barked with excitement - calling upon the packmates she was most familiar with as she ran past them. "We move together! As a pack!"

As if to echo her sentiments, Miya would give an eager squawk - static crackling along her feathers. Duke, too, would let out a couple of excited yips!

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Ettie and her pokemon followed after the heroic wolf in a coordinated formation; the flow of their movements like that of water or wind. The feel of the air rushing around them was thrilling, one that had Ettie's eyes wide and bright - as if she were that wildchild of 20 years ago all over again. There was nothing quite like it, the thrill of racing alongside one's pack. A pack so large - some on two legs, and some on four - all moving as one for a singular purpose.

But the march that they were led on, it wouldn't last forever. Eventually, it'd reach Wedgehurst - whereupon they'd be met with the sight of a poisonous horde. The pack was eager to fight, to engage - but the illusory Zacian remained still, watchful. Thus, they waited as well - Ettie's gaze upon aaron faust and illeana reyes sharp, yet patient. The wolf in the shape of a woman may not have interacted with the two as much as others, but she is loyal to her pack all the same. If the whole village was a pack, then those two were the leaders - the alphas.

There was also a quiet consensus seeming to form between Ettie and her pokemon, as they surveyed the battlefield and each other. It was plain to see who the biggest threats are - namely, the gigantamaxed trio of starters on the field. Yet, the armies they seemed to lead were likely to not be slouches, either. But, the group already had a good idea of what they wished to do...

So, the second that they were set loose, it was as if an invisible chain snapped; Ettie whooped with a howling battlecry, and charged forward into the fray, flanked by her pack! She watched the movements of her allies - who was targeting what - then turned to the one pokemon that was currently getting the least attention. Namely, the Intelleon.

Though Duke would be strong against the water-type, Ettie had other ideas - namely, the effects that her choice of pokemon would have upon her allies and the enemy army alike. And with so many pokemon on either side, a widespread effect such as a Max Move could have equally widespread ramifications. Thus, when she chose who to Dynamax, it was with this in mind. "Delle." She spoke with a growl to her voice, pointing a clawed finger in the Intelleon's direction. "There's your prey."

The band around Ettie's wrist lit up - and her shadow would take on a crimson glow, as it began to grow. And grow. And grow- her shadow first wrapping around her, clinging, as it became an ever-growing mass... Before it parted away, to reveal a massive dynamaxed Marshadow.

Delle loomed tall - the humanoid ghost seeming to share in Ettie's wolfish mannerisms, with the snarl she let loose. And wasting no time in engaging the G-Max Intelleon, she'd charge on in to strike at the chameleon with Max Phantasm..!

Ettie was not idle though. Brandishing her claws, she'd dive straight into the fray - making regular use of Accelerock. She tore one foe apart, only to bounce off of them to maul another - darting from target to target like a vicious arrow, eyes wild and teeth bared.

Their pack would triumph - she would make sure of it.

Though Ettie continued to pout over the sunscreen fuss, her eyes lit up once more as Toki started conversation. "Ettie good!" She chirped, rocking on her heels. "Ettie look-for, uhm, per-ma-nent den! Cause pack big!" Indeed, the number of pokemon under Ettie's care seems to have grown a good amount - judging by the distant pack's approach - and that was only talking about the pokemon that were out of their pokeballs. It was about time that this nomadic pack find a place to settle down.

Toki, though, seemed to have settled in Fortree nicely. "Toki-friend-good is good! Have den?" She asked with a smile, adding "Fortree-dens funny. In trees, like flock!" It was neat, too, though - she liked sightseeing from the bridges that strung between the treetops.

As Azura twirled about, Ettie would perk up - before giggling and doing a twirl of her own! "Azura-friend play with pack?" She'd suggest to the Brionne, gesturing out towards where some of her pokemon were playing in the water.

Indeed, Duchess was chasing Ruffian and Duke the Jolteon amongst where the waves were washing up, the two electric-types barking to one another. Princess followed behind - keeping an eye on her adoptive sibling - whilst Rascal seemed to want to join in, but was shying away from the larger waves (which was ironic, considering she was now a Mabosstiff!) A couple of Primarina and Dewgong - Aurien and Cassie, and Pago and Penny, respectively - were swimming through the shallows together.

Whilst the others were up to shenanigans though, Anne, Barbara, and Mina the Rockruff seemed to prefer to stay out of the water completely; the latter two simply watching the pack and sunbathing, whilst the larger Lycanroc kept an eye on Ettie from afar.

Toki would not be alone in relaxation, though. Now that Ettie was sunscreen'd and ready to be set loose, it appeared that Haru and Anat both would sit with him - the Delphox content to stay in the sunshine, whilst the Lucario lingered in the shade of the umbrella. Relaxation might not have been the duo's sole intentions though - as Anat would glance to Toki, and made a gentle 'rrruff', her head tilting with an inquisitive look, as if knowing that something had him bothered.

Lucario were sensitive to the emotions of others, after all.