"Helph yursulf,"
The garbled speech of the tiny flareon again suprised Atticus, as Bonfire was proving to be a much more generous pokemon than he'd originally guessed. It proved that there was simply no way to completely judge or know a person, making the arcanine's smile grow as the other retreated to the others with his food. "Thank you again, Bonfire," he called, truly grateful he'd managed to come across such a gracious host.
He poked his head into the contraption, taking Bonfire's offer and pulling out some of the older food. His fiery innards were better capable of dealing with spoiled meals, as his inner temperature simply burned away the bacteria. He came back out, only to manage a few bites when the mighyena's growl interrupted him.
“There’s something outside.”
Victini was the first to move, darting outside to investigate, Bonfire on her heels. Once he took a taste of the air, he had to agree with the angry youth. Something was indeed outside... he just didn't know what.
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“There’s something outside.”
Dio's ears perked in alarm; she'd already been spotted. Cursing, she hunkered down to the ground more, hoping she wouldn't be found. Her hiding spot was... terrible, to say the least, which only made her fortune all the better. Some rustling was heard, and the habitants made their way out. A strange pokemon flitted out, causing her eyes to widen with recognition. She knew that strange pokemon...! Her owner had tried teaching her about it, but she'd only paid half attention... V... Vitani? Vicodin? Something... Her puzzled thoughts were soon cast aside, however, when a far more pleasant voice lingered on the air.
"Yoo-hoo! Olly olly oxen free!"
She stood, her nose giving her the clues that the caller was a cousin of hers; the spicy scent of fire reached her nose. A flareon? She carefully came out, spotting his... short... stature, chuckling a little. "If you say so," Dio grinned, coming out fully from the door. It seemed these folk were decent enough. What sort of villain yelled "olly, olly, oxen free?" I was just... passing by and heard some interesting things. Sorry for eavesdropping." She drew closer to the flareon, eyes alight with mischief, tail casually flipping to and fro behind her. Her eyes flitted from the very familiar creature to the den within, catching sight of food. "...Or... not so sorry. I heard there was food in there. Mind if I impose...?"