Trainers Of Chaos

Florence returned with a ton of supplies in a bag. He gathered berries, kindling, and herbs.

John was checking the food Florence had made for poison.

Florence sat by the fire and warmed up as there had been a chill in the air.

The girls seemed tk like Being near the fire too.

"Hey, John, the fire is nice." Florence spoke to his partner.
The Furret was curled up asleep. Sound asleep, but she was trembling.

"she's still in danger...very dark aura" john said

"Who are you talking about?" Florence asked, confused.

"dark aura is a sign of death but it can be still be prevented" john said

"Do you mean the Furret?" Florence asked. "She has a strong aura. An innocent aura about her.

"That's not what I mean." He kept checking her wounds.

"John, I know what you're saying, but you've been tending her wounds non-stop since you first saw her. I don't think she is gonna die."

Mari put a paw on florence and shook her head." He won't stop until he is satified."

Florence looked at Mari, "Oh, right. He's stubborn." he whispered. "Almost forgot."

"more to it than that" she said

"What do you mean?" Florence asked, "I'm not sure I understand."

"He has some kind of vendeta against death. I dont know why but daddy won't say much about it."

"Interesting." Florence replied. "I don't think I hate death that much."

The girls kept close to florence for now.

Florence watch John as he seemed to perform miracles on the mysterious Pokemon.

Slowly started calming down through the night. He did eay and sleep some as well.

Florence alos slept when John hadn't. Taking turns watching the camp.

John woke up in the morning.

The Pink Furret watched John as he awoke, "You..." she spoke, almost in a whisper. Barely audible.

John stared at her for a minute, he was still tired.

"I saw you when I fell... You saved me." The Furret whispered yet again.