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Grey wanders through his forest, feeling a bit under the weather. Lately he had been left alone in his home, as Yurik had gone off on his own journey for a while and many Pokemon had been preparing for winter either by shacking up in their homes or leaving for warmer climates. The end of fall approached and he felt a melancholy steal over him like a chill breeze from the north, taking with it the sense of pleasure he normally felt among the trees of his little place in the woods. The leaves rustled and he decided he might travel to the special glade in which a faint music could always be heard.
