Route 11 was a lush, urban nature trail prime for curious trainers and tourists to explore. Just south of Malie City, it was bound with bountiful, lush greenery and a twisting road trail splitting between a thick forest of bamboo and shrubbery.

Such an abundance in bamboo also made this route well-known for its adorable Pancham. While these fearless, adorable critters were sure to win the hearts of tourists, locals knew better than to overstep boundaries. Several warning signs emblazoned with the terror-inducing shades of red were scattered across the Route: To never, ever consider catching or even playing with any Pancham sporting a colored tag. Those who did, ended up flung right out of Alola or slammed 60 feet deep into the ground, an occurrence far more likely than one hoped.

It was just another lazy morning so far. The sun peeked behind a cluster of puffy clouds. A rolling stream gurgled as it continued its unending journey through an obstacle course of stone and rock to reach the freshwater ponds dappled throughout. A woody, candid breeze wafted from the heights of Mount Hokulani, seeping through the Route in tandem with the noisy chirps of Trumbeaks.

Near the edge of the trail, several Pancham shuffled under the overgrowth. Their round, ursine heads popped out first, before the rest of their cuddly bodies stumbled out in pursuit. Their ears twitched against the refreshing breeze, some even marked with a thin tag of varying colors. It was a sign for most trainers to avoid, yet such the curious panda Pokemon always were unbothered to realize the consequences of their actions.

Their round noses twitched as they caught the whiff of something familiar, they perked up, pointing at your direction before immediately waddling up with their stubby legs. About four Pancham greeted with a light chuff, some even brushing up against the shoes.

But suddenly, the sky seemed to dim. The ground trembled in heavy, rhythmic stomps as something massive was approaching. The Panchams seemed unfazed, nonchalant even as they continued to play around their newfound companion. The earthshattering tremors intensified as a colossal Pokemon emerged from the bamboo groves, a wild Pangoro.

*It's common knowledge that Pangoros are innately large to begin with, but this one in particular was twice as large, almost as tall as the bamboos themself. The several Pancham chuffed, whining eagerly as the bounded for the gigantic panda. His massive black and white build was as portly and as robust as a dump truck. The most defining trait was the globular, round belly that somehow didn't jiggle with his steps, almost as if it held together by

A low, baritone growl escaped his throat that rivalled the roars of the abyss. He stooped down, his indistinguishable eyes casting a glower that felt almost suffocating. The Pangoro drew nearer, pressing his nose against your clothing, sniffling softly. He inhaled the scent, his brow scrunching up upon smelling something familiar. Faintly sweet, like the soft smell of wool, reminiscent of a Pancham cub recently hatched. He looked back, snorting deeply, taking one scrutinizing look at you before diving back in and sniffing your body.

His senses continued to baffle him as he continued pinpointing the scent. It was confusing, but the colossal panda eventually came to a conclusion.

Chuffing softly, the Pangoro grunted moderately, causing several of the Pancham to perk up with attention. One by one they slowly clambered up the thick coat of their father's backside, dappling it with their squirming bodies. Then slowly did the beefy Pangoro reach out to wrap his arms around your waist. He pulled you close, pressing you with undeniable gentleness into the comforts of his thick, firm belly.

His head loomed overhead, partially eclipsed by his broad pecs. The scowl never seemed to wane, but it did slightly soften up as he looked down with a stern yet understanding gaze. He lumbered forward, the ground shuddering once again. His lumbering trek led him to a gentle stream ways from the normal trail