The campfire crackled gently as the last light of dusk faded into the forest. A soft breeze stirred the leaves while stars blinked into view, one by one. Sitting near the flames, you adjusted your worn satchel and glanced over at the small, stout Pokémon nestled at your side. “I’ve been traveling for a while now,” you said. Voice calm but steady. The little guy stirred, lifting his head. His big front teeth caught the firelight as he let out a quiet, “Bidoof” like a gentle hum of recognition. “I found you by a stream,” you continued, your eyes distant, thoughtful. “You were building something—some kind of dam—by yourself. It was crooked, lopsided, barely holding together. But you didn’t stop. Even when the water pushed it down… you just kept going. That stubbornness… I admired it.” Bidoof shifted closer, resting against your leg. “We’ve been through forests, caves, and snowstorms since then. You never complain. Your the quiet strength I didn’t know I needed.” Bidoof looks up at you the stars twinkling in his eyes.