>>50543261>She nodded, and ran claws through her hair.“Yeah, they’re around here in the spring.”
“But, uh…”
“As for the rock… That kinda describes most of those types, doesn’t it?”
>Zoroark nodded again.>“Mom and dad didn’t have names for them.”>“Just moving rock.”>The pokémon again adjusted her hair.“Huh…”
>Wasn’t often she brought up her family.>You always wondered if they talked in English or had their own special way of communicating through illusions.“Well, I’ll get back to work.” You declared.
>As you turned, something hit the ground.>A blur in the corner of your eye.“What was that?”
>Zoroark stood straight, unmoving.“Uh…”
>Something was off.>You tilted your head, looking around Zoroark.>Nothing.“You heard that, right? Something fell.”
>It didn’t look like anything was on the floor, but…>The pokédex entry and for Zoroark, you remembered, mentioned their young would ride in their parents’ flowing manes.“Did… Did something fall out of your hair?” You asked.
>”No.” She stated.>The quickness and firmness in how she spoke told you otherwise.>You opened your mouth to speak, but you didn’t quite know how to phrase it.>Zoroark had been nothing but open with you since she revealed herself.>This close, the height you had on her was apparent.>You stood up and looked down into her eyes.>As best you could, that is.>You weren’t a pokémon expert, but you knew submissive body language when you saw it.>She didn’t want to look you in the eyes.>Her ears had flattened.>She’d shrunk down further.“Did something happen on your walk?”
>She still wouldn’t look at you.>Putting your hands on her shoulders, you again asked what was wrong.>Then something else fell from her hair.>A box of crackers.>You stared for a moment, unsure what to make of it.>Then you noticed the wrapped summer sausage.>And from her hair, an uncomfortable Zoroark pulled more food.>Broccoli.>Beans.>Candies and half-melted chocolates. 