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>”But this barely scratches the utility of illusions.”
>”A species doesn’t survive for thousands of years without picking up a few tricks along the way.”
>”This recently evolved male is on the hunt.”
>”Young, and brimming with confidence.”
>”He has ventured far from home in search of a hearty meal.
>”Something for him, and his pack.”
>The camera showed the small zoroark freeze and lift his head, flicking his ears to better hear the sounds of the forest.
>”This man has a nice voice.” Zoroark remarked.
“Mmm hmm.” You agreed.
“He’s from Galar. Guy’s narrated tons of nature documentaries.”
>In the blink of an eye, the zoroark melted away.
>The camera switched to thermal imaging, allowing the viewer to see the otherwise invisible zoroark.
>Without disturbing the foliage around him, the hunter moved forward.
>”He’s close.”
>The next shot focused on a small, unmoving deerling curled in a ball.
>The color of its coat blended in almost perfectly with the brush around it.
>”This deerling, born in the summer, has the ideal camouflage for this environment.”
>”Coupled with the deerling’s lack of scent, predators can walk right past without noticing.”
>”But for this dark-type, seeing through illusions is second-nature.”
>After a tense few seconds of getting into position, the fox pokémon sprung.
>”It’s over in an instant.”
>You grimaced at the brief, one-sided slaughter.
>Zoroark, curled up next to you, smiled and clapped.
>”Good kill.” She commented.
>”But not without a problem.” The narrator continued.
>”Oh?” She asked, no longer clapping.
>”The struggle has attracted the attention of the mother.”
>A sawsbuck bounded into the clearing.
>She halted before drawing near where she left her young, unable to see what she was dealing with.
>”For any other predator, this position would be tenuous.”
>”This sawsbuck is almost twice the zoroark’s size.”
>A hoof pawed at the dirt.
>”And she is ready for a fight.”
>”But for a zoroark, all it takes is a little imagination.”
