Snippet #2697103

The whole time Quickclaw was talking, Malcolm only paid half attention to him. He was stiff as a board and gripping Quickclaws coat the whole time as he kept an eye on all the pokemon around them. It was a constant threat and the first time he had been this close to wild pokemon. This would be the only time he wanted to stay on Vexnars back.

He tried to respond to Quickclaw the best he could. "There are... different types of pokemon... where did you come from that didn't have pokemon?" He had never heard of this Terra before, and he didn't remember seeing it on any map. It must be a hidden city or something that had no Pokémon. It sounded like paradise to Malcolm.

With the land being generally flat besides the tall grass of low hills, the lake could be seen after awhile of travel, a mile or two up the road. From the looks of it there were plenty of fishermen trying to catch water pokemon, trainers and travelers alike walking past them on the road, even minor battles taking place now and then. Plenty of pokemon gathered around the lake, and in responce Malcolm put his hood over his head and hid himself.

The path would follow the eastern shore of the lake to circle around it, bending to the right showing more path. Malcolm would stay as hidden as possible from the pokemon and trainers, not talking much as they approached the lake.