Finding Some Dog Gone Apples

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The air was a bit nippy, the low temperature make most shiver as the wind blew past. Winter was coming to a close soon, but spring had not come yet. There was even bits of snow here and there from a previous snowfall, stubbornly sticking around but ultimately doomed to be melted by the sun like all the rest. All in all, the day was pretty chilly, but not too cold. In the eyes of the sneasel, it was a good day. It sure beat traveling through a desert with an insane meowth that was probably dropped on his head as a child.

Crysel was here not on her own reasons, but because of the Trapinch next to her. She had caught the little pokemon face first in a bowl of apples that belonged to a fellow guild member in Grassveil. She had convinced the pokemon to own up to his theft and helped him avoid any serious trouble. However the Stoutland whose apples were eating asked if she could accompany the Trapinch on a trip to gather apples and repay his new debt. So here she was, travelling through Pecha Forest with him. She was a quiet one, not too big a conversationalist. The Trapinch on the other hand...

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"I am not naive!" He huffed indignantly, but quickly forgot the minor insult as they strolled along. A cold wind howled it's dirge through the brittle treetops, but the two Pokemon continued to trudge on without a single glance backward. Sinai clicked his jaws open and shut while pondering the Sneasel's words. The Trapinch simply lifted his head with his eyes loftily shut at her scrutiny. "Small?! I am not-.. " His argument quickly faded as he peeked through one narrowed eye to compare his height to Crysel's. Realizing that there was no way around it, he let out a grunt of admittance. "Okay okay.. Right now I might be pretty small and slow, but just you wait Crehzel! When I'm a Vibrava, I'll be faster than a Crobat!.. And guess what else?"