N was quietly resting in the woods, right at the edge of a small creek, his small Zorua seated in his lap - the tip of it's tail just barely grazing the water below, but it didn't seem to mind as its fur grew a bit damp from the point of contact.

N smiled as he watched the small Pokemon's tail swish, reaching down and delicately stroking his hand down it's ears and to its tail, poking it up out of the water. His action drew a small chuff from the Zorua as it dipped its tail back in and curled up on him. He adored moments like this - times where he could just be silent, and admire the natural world. Ever since the destruction of Team Plasma, he'd spent a lot of his days like this. It was peaceful.