"Yes, the Wishiwashi made it safely into a river up on that plateau." And with her assurance that the Wishiwashi were safe and sound, Adelaide seemed satisfied and beckoned toward the direction of Ashfield. "Thank you so much, Granny." The young woman repeated for the umpteenth time. The old woman's assistance had been invaluable; without her, the trip to the plateau would have been long and miserable. "Have a lovely day, and please tell your Sawsbuck that I appreciate all he did."
Not wanting the kindly old grandmother to see her struggle, the young woman waited for Adelaide to turn her back before she began hopping away. She had to do it so carefully; one hop, then pause to catch her balance. Then she'd examine the ground, look for a level piece of forest floor, and hop again, hopefully to a bit of ground next to a tree that she could lean on. Repeat until... well, at least until she was out of the sight of anyone at the quaint little cottage. Once she was beyond the grandmother's and Sawsbuck's view, she didn't care if she fell down or had to crawl. But she had been enough of a burden on that little family, especially that aging Sawsbuck; she was determined to do the rest of this on her own.
Unfortunately for the Sawsbuck, there was one in this forest who did not respect the buck's need for rest. Adamantine hooves marked the soft spring soil, the cushioned thuds giving away the fire creature's approach toward the Sawsbuck's nest. His immature flames burned brightly, but did not have the extensive reach of the flames of one of his full-grown kin; nevertheless, he reveled in the pointed that his spirit and his body were adorned with flame, while this pathetic human-tool was adorned with nothing more than delicate pink flowers that were surely reflective of the delicate, fragile spirit the equine body housed. His eyes flashed with contempt, and his tone was accusatory as he confronted the resting Pokemon.
//What did you think you were doing, letting my human ride you?//
His face contorted for a split second in surprise. My human? He hadn't meant that. He meant that human. That disgusting, useless worm creature that only lived because of the weakness and pity of the human species. Vehemently he squashed the feeling of possessiveness that suddenly blossomed in his chest. He wanted nothing to do with her- with it. Nothing.
Still, rather than revealing his weakness by correcting himself, he let the question stand as he had asked it, glowering down at the deer that sprawled on the ground before him, his stature proud and demanding.