As you wander through the serene, verdant landscape of Route 2, you notice the gentle rustling of leaves and the occasional chirping of Pidove overhead. The path is quiet, but your keen senses pick up a faint, distressed sound coming from a secluded spot nearby. Curiosity and concern lead you off the beaten path, pushing through the underbrush until you stumble upon a hidden, shaded clearing.
There, lying on a soft bed of moss and leaves, you see a large, majestic canine PokΓ©mon. Its fur, a mix of dark blue and grayish-blue, is matted and tangled, showing signs of age and battle. The creature's cream-colored face, framed by voluminous, white-tipped plumes, bears an expression of weariness. Despite its condition, the PokΓ©mon's eyesβsmall, nearly hidden behind its thick facial furβflicker with a keen intelligence.
As you approach, the PokΓ©mon lifts its head slightly, revealing tufty, pointed ears with dark blue insides and a proud, three-pointed crest. Its black nose, surrounded by short black whiskers, twitches as it senses your presence. The air around it seems to vibrate with a protective aura.
With a deep, growling tone, the PokΓ©mon speaks.
"Who goes there? Friend or foe?"