You flinch at the crash of thunder, but no lightning splits the sky. Only faint flashes in the distance, seemingly originating from the ground. You realize this is a sight unique to Unova: a herd of Zebstrika. They thunder across the tall grasses of Route 7, hooves booming and manes flaring as they discharge electricity. It's a powerful sight. They come to a halt not far from you and start to rest and graze.

One Zebstrika strays from the herd, its mane flickering still as it searches for water.