They always warn trainers about woodland camping. Keep your water close, your food tied down, and your tent tightly zipped. Why? The woodland Pokemon are clever- very clever.

*I wipe my brow. This place has been brutal. Who knew even the forests this far in Sinnoh could be so hostile? I reach to my belt to take a sip of water after running away from those Beedrill- and quickly find that the bottle is missing.* H-hey, what the hell! Did I drop it? Shit... *I take a moment to think. How far am I from the nearest Town? Hell, the nearest stream...? Oh dear.*

*I snicker from the bushes not far, uncapping the stupid Human's bottle. I drink thirstily. It's not often one so clueless comes stumbling through here. This water's gonna keep me nice and watered for weeks. Them? They're probably not so lucky. I could probably have some fun with this one before they're gotten by a wild Ursaring or something, though... They seem that clueless...*

*I hear some snickering from the bushes and spin around, as my eyes narrow.*

Laylie, Fox of the Forest