[i] – Beast – [/i]

Beast dipped his head at Jazz modestly as she thanked him. “N-no problem” He murmured, again with the stuttering. Before the electric pokemon could answer him he felt one of the pokemon on his back abandon ship, he turned his head abruptly his ears flickering as worry crossed his expression upon hearing Amara burst into tears, he squeezed his eyes shut as he received his second shower of the day. Unfortunately his fluffy pelt was suddenly dripping wet, his long mane flopped into his eyes. He wriggled his muzzle lifting a dripping wet paw to his face he pushed some of his mane out of his face, purring in a calming manner as the small water pokemon waddled over to him and buried her face into his leg, he dropped his head towards her. He was about to speak when Jazz beat him to it, he looked up at the Jolteon a grateful look on his face as she attempted to calm the youngster. “You hear that Amara? It’ll be fun and you know Jazz is the best when it comes to adventuring” He spoke softly to the frightened pokemon. 

“I’m sure Spike didn’t mean to frighten you...” As if for confirmation said pokemon offered his explanation with a certain zeal about his words. Beast’s jowls lifted in a smile at Spikes energy it was rather infectious, waiting until Jazz had dried herself off he spread his paws apart before giving himself an almighty shake, spraying water in all directions as he attempted to dry himself off, lifting his back feet one after the other and shaking them out as well. “Come on Amara, you can ride shotgun” He grinned at the water pokemon no shyness shown at all towards the two young cubs. He dropped his nose to Amara nudging her away from his leg before dropping onto his belly briefly giving her choice to either get back onto his back or not. Standing back up again either with her on his back or not, he jolted forward as Jazz teased Spike and shot off down the path his tail wagged behind him as he resisted the urge to bound after her like a...well cub. 

“Come on you two” He murmured at the younger pokemon, if Amara was on his back he happily bounced after Jazz if she was wasn’t he calmly followed after the Jolteon anxiously waiting for the smaller pokemon to follow him, he chuckled as Jazz bounced from one side of the trail to the other. The fire type had always admired how energetic she was, he also appreciated it when she took it upon herself to help out with the cubs, unfortunately his energy reserves were nowhere near as high as hers. “What’s the first rule of tracking then?” He asked Jazz, his ears flicking forward as he managed to keep his nervous stutter at bay. 

[i] –Bam-bam – [/i]

Bam-bam wrinkled her nose at his suggestion. “Amara? She’s too shy, she’d probably just cry if I tried to play with her...” She brushed the thought aside, hitting the ground softly with her bone. “She wouldn’t want to be my friend” She shook her head, listening to the rest of his advice. “Cut down on the wild stuff? But its fun!” She exclaimed loudly. “I’ll have you know, that at my last home I was worshipped for it! All the other pokemon appreciated my pranks, they thought I was very cool to be around...all of them were my friends” She told him folding her arms and jutting her chin up into the air. The small Cubone was renowned for telling these kind of stories, if she ever spoke of her past it [i]always[/i] had reference to how great her previous families thought she was. Or she’d tell tales of her mother and try and convince them her mother was of great importance and would return for her one day she just couldn’t at the moment for top secret reasons! 

She blinked at him as he announced not all elderly pokemon played games, she was about to slip into a sulk when he leant in closer and whispered in her ear. A wide grin spread across her face as he burst out laughing, she jumped to her feet bouncing on the spot. “Yes! What game can we play? Oh its going to be so much fun!” She squealed, waving her bone around in excitement. “What game can we play Max?” She asked a second time before he’d even had a chance to answer it the first time.