Azmar Village

Luna glanced at the necklace when he mentioned it was in her way. That was true, but her paws didn't work like hands, and she refused to leave it behind. She flinched a little as the Growlithe invaded her personal space. The only reason she didn't move away or complain was because she was a Pokemon now. What if this was normal among wild Pokemon? And what if she only managed to insult him by saying something? But she was relieved to find that all he did was help double the chain up. She moved her head so that the loop slid to her neck. That was much better. She took a few short, small, experimental steps. It wouldn't trip her now.

"Much better, thank you. Now I shouldn't be tripping all over the place." But then he was suggesting that she attack. She hesitated, thinking back to her own Pokemon. How had they performed a tackle attack? A run, and a jump, and tackling. But there was one little problem. She could barely walk as a Pokemon. Could she even run? What had her Pokemon looked like running.? She had jumped, though; maybe she just needed to try. She watched Flare, and then started to run. Or rather, tried to. She stumbled briefly over her own paws once. This was harder than it looked. And while she managed to run, it was a little comical to watch, since her movements were somewhat exaggerated.

She jumped towards him once she got closer, but misjudged the distance between herself and Flare, and the strength of her jump. That is, she jumped too soon, too short, and only hit the ground. She stood up, shaking her head. How had she managed to mess that up? She looked back to Flare.

"I'm not so sure you were right...I think that might have been worse, not better..."

It was a rather pathetic showing, Flare had to admit. He didn't know why he was still bothering with her. Here he was, coming into the middle of human territory for the first time, and he was getting stuck trying to teach some house pet how to stay alive. It wasn't what he thought he would be doing today, to say the least. The Growlithe had to admit he was quite fascinated by her situation. A Pokemon born in captivity now taking the first steps in freedom. It was a noble thing to help her out. But nobility is something that sounds nice when others do it, its hard when you have to do it yourself.

"Bah, I'm never wrong! For one thing, this time you didn't run away. You'll never get much of what you want if you always turn tail. No one here to feed you now, kid" Flare replied, pacing a few steps as he spoke.

Still, he didn't think that Luna was in that dire of straights. From what he had seen, she had a whole house full of food, and no one to share it with. The most assertive thing she would have to do is figure out how to open that fridge door. Still, living in a gilded cage was no place to be, Flare thought. What if the humans came back? Surely they would sometime, perhaps in as little as a few days. This Vulpix could be giving up her freedom if she pouted about here a few days until her trainer came back. What a squandered chance! Perhaps he should show off the virtues of the wild life a bit. But first she would have to help him. He was dying to know what that glass thing on the wall of his den was.

"C'mon kid. Let's go back to the woods, we can talk more about your moves on the way. I got all this human stuff you gotta tell me how they use."

Luna knew Flare was right about one thing; she hadn't run away. But, at the same time, she felt that was much worse. She wasn't about yo argue the point with the Growlithe. She did still need his help, after all. And she was beginning to wonder why he would help her. At this point, she was beginning to feel a little like a lost cause. He was even pacing as he spoke. He had to be frustrated with her. She shoved that thought aside.

Who knew how long she was going to be stuck like this? She needed to learn these things. She needs to, at the very least, be able to defend herself. She wouldn't get anywhere if she couldn't fight. She had to be more like these wild Pokemon; she would probably have to fight for food, for shelter, everything. Right? Well, maybe not that bad, if Flare was willing to help her so far. But the fact remained that she had to survive like this.

She hesitated when he suggested heading to the woods. It had been a while since she went out there. And she had never been in there without her Pokemon. However, she reminded herself, she still wasn't all on her own. So she nodded, following the Growlithe into the woods.

"I don't know what moves I can use though. I mean, even my tackle didn't quite turn out right." Obviously it was going to take a lot of work to learn everything from scratch. But at least this should prove to be interesting. She was rather curious as to what Flare had collected from humans.