Mori gritted his teeth as the incoming storm began to make traveling harsh. While those back in the trees further behind him could seek shelter, the angry young man was running low on apparent options. He held the Zorua close to his chest, hunching over a bit in order to prevent the rain from hitting the poor Pokemon. Up ahead, Mori saw a sign. This felt reassuring; He must've been getting closer with one of those around. His feet slopped in the dirt that quickly began turning into mud, as he tried to read the sign quickly. It seemed like the map was correct; Or more so, his navigation was. There was somewhere up ahead... But he had a ways to go; And the storm wasn't going to stop for him.

He scoffed, annoyed. Just great. Where the hell was he supposed to find shelter around here? He figured the trees were big enough to maybe block off some of the water. But compared to the thick forest he wasn't getting much in the way of shelter around here; Oh well. He'd take what he could get. He stuffed himself under a couple of trees that were more closely together than the others around; Shivering whenever the cold rain managed to get through and hit him. Removing his scarf as he left the Zorua in his lap to rest, he quickly began to wrap it; Trying to ensure it'd stay warm. His Pokemon were in their Pokeballs; They were fine. But the little pain in the ass he was carrying around? Not so much.

Grumbling to himself after having wrapped the Zorua up, he kept it close, staring at the heavy storm with annoyance. His mouth was practically a straight line; He was close... But this stupid storm was a stupid delay he'd have to cope with. Figuring it was to get dark soon anyways, it seemed like it might be a good idea to crack out the rations and eat a meal. Though he waited to see if the storm would be passing over them within too long before he made plans to settle in; As if he could continue before it got too dark, that'd be ideal. The weather worked in mysterious ways, however...