You were lost in the Jungle. No food. No water.. and your only Pokémon was hurt from a recent battle against an angry Flygon. As you sat there, by the water, a rustling came from above. As you looked up, you saw a boy about your age, sitting in the tree. He stared at your before jumping down. He circled you, sniffing, before seeing your pokemon. He gently lifted it and looked at you.

“Follow.”

He said as he held the Pokemon, swinging on vines to get somewhere. He seemed to act a lot like the Zarude Pokémon that resided in these jungles.