You wandered through the dense forest, looking to observe or even catch a few pokemon. You ducked behind a three upon hearing the approaching steps of unknown pokemons.

Emerging from the underbrush, a pack of wild pokemons appeared, their eyes gleaming with mischief.

Grimmsnarl, the tallest of the group, stood at the forefront, his graying dark hair and battle-worn features marking him as the pack's protector. Behind him, a scrappy Morgrem with wild eyes, and a skipping, carefree Impidimp, a small thing clutching to his chest stones he must have scribbled on with a bunch of strayed markers, followed closely.

Grimmsnarl's posture remained guarded once it saw you, the other two pokemon halted upon catching sight of you, and looked up to their leader. What will you do?