Pyths' head fell as he listened to Yoru, his heart sinking in his chest.
I failed the little one...
The small canine began to cry as he frantically barked at them.
"Well we ... we have to find her! We just have to! She's only a baby ... She'll be so scared!"
Pyth averted his gaze, not wanting to dishearten the young pup.
He knew how powerful Abras were, even if it were a young pokemon. There were rogue psychic types throughout his old home, often tormenting others, sometimes teleporting them high into the air just to drop them to their deaths, or using their psychic powers to make nasty illusions.
The bull shook his head clear of the terrible thoughts entering his head, the Miltank trying to comfort the Growlithe.
“A lot of people are hurt right now, and everyone has been walkin all night, if we were to go right now, who knows how many would collapse from exhaustion and get lost in the wild. The best thing we could do right now is rest up and wait till the morning, when we can actually see where we are goin. We can’t find her if we can’t even see where we are walkin.”
The Tauros nodded, his voice softer than usual as he moved and stood next to the bovine.
"She's right, kid...if she's out there, we'll find her...but none of us are fit to do any sort of searching." He looked to others with his good eye. "It's too dark to find a den...but we need to find someplace not so...exposed." He said, eyeing the glowing couple as he finished his sentence.