Pokémon catching in the forest with your Deerling, you two hid in a bush, waiting for any unsuspecting Pokémon to catch. It was the middle of autumn, so Deerling’s pelt was orange for the season.

"This is such a dumb strategy, you know. If you listened to me and went through Route 9."

Deerling was a bit annoyed, but stuck his head out of the bush to look around anyway. His small deer tail still wagged, giving his mood might be false though, since it gave him alone time with you.

"Every Pokémon around here I’m sure you’ve already catched anyway.."