The forest is big, and full of Pokèmon of all shapes and sizes, types and personalities. You've been coming here for months now to see the rare Pokèmon that you've befriended, with a basket full of Oran berries for your friend and the Pokèmon you meet along the way.

It took you a bit to learn that the forest Pokèmon wouldn't chase you if you gave them food, and now they all act friendly towards you.

You step into the darker part of the forest, and once upon a time you felt scared, but now you know the shadows of the forest like the back of your hand.

"Zo-Zoru!" You hear, just before being headbutted in your midsection by a fuzzy black and blue blur, knocking you backwards onto the soft moss as you giggle and scratch behind it's ears.

The two of you had met a few months ago, when you saved it from a trap. You'd never seen anything like it, an oddly coloured Zorua.

You're pulled out of your thoughts however, when your Zorua pulls your scarf off and begins playing in it, wrapping itself up before sticking it's head in your basket.