[center][h1][color=red]Shade[/color][/h1][/center]

Pleased, Razor screeched and bounded off through the trees, stopping every couple hundred feet to hang from a branch and make sure that they were following. Gradually, he led them in an easterly curve, ignoring the gunshots and the roar of the flames behind them. The forest growth became denser, sloping downhill for a bit before evening out. 

When they crossed a small creek, and the fire was nothing but a large plume of smoke rising up over the trees, the Sneasel suddenly dropped out of the trees, screeching at them. Creating a pair of Ice Shards in his hands, he planted them in the ground, and began leading them personally along a weaving path, no longer rushing like before but still urgent. Every so often he would plant another small Ice Shard in the ground, hissing and waving them away from it. 

After a short while, he clambered back up a tree, pointed ahead of them and gave a short screech before hurrying back the way they had come.

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At the bottom of the ravine, Shade was finishing up packing her things. The clatter of rocks behind her made her seize her rifle and whirl around, but she relaxed slightly when saw the Electabuzz and pair of humans. [color=red]”Didn’t fall in. Good.”[/color]

[@A Tattooed Girl]