Heath stands in Alima’s Hippowdon temple, gazing around while listening to his Rhyperior.

“I’m hearing someone come in, but I’m not smelling someone bad. They are not being our people, I can telling. You thinking so, too? My cute rhyperior.”

Heath says aloud before revolving around to face the one who entered the temple’s main room, becoming alert as soon as he sees you.

“You not one of my people, who do you be?”