**_Aleida and Tidal Ayero - Ladyl Woods_** Aleida sneezed as Belle nuzzled into her face, grinning stupidly, but she was suddenly gone as Sebastian barked and order and Seth prepared to follow the shining bird she had seen before. She watched Seth take off with upturned eyebrows, then allowed her head to drop as Sebastian got to work on cutting her down. She was lowered gently, and as her back hit the ground she prepared to jump up and follow after Seth and Belle but eyes stopped her. Someone had been watching. Sitting up and glancing about, Aleida felt the slight anxiety of being watch come and go twice, and before she could speak up Sebastian was kneeling next to her, inspecting her leg. The ankle which had been caught was red with rope burn, and while it wasn't an unbearable pain there was a slight sting when fingers brushed against it. _"Tell me if anything hurts, so I can make sure your foot has been broken or sprained."_ Aleida shook her head slowly, allowing a somewhat-fake grin to claimed her face as she confirmed that her ankle was fine and that they should try to catch up to Seth. Standing quickly, Aleida threw her eyes to the sky, whistled once to catch Tidal's attention, and began running towards where she had seen Seth fly. She immediately froze when she saw the familiar shadow of Belle, though, and if not for the sudden pang of pain in her ankle she would have smiled. Backtracking slightly, waved the Pidgeot down and quickly got to work on fussing the feathers on her neck, scratching softly as she stared intently at the bird's face. "You found the nest already? Good girl! Can you take us there?" She tilted her head, eyeing the empty saddle on the back of Belle curiously. It would be rude to simply hop on without asking permission. Meanwhile, Tidal had gathered around Aleida's legs, eyeing her wound nervously. He knew she was frail, and he also knew that she hated to depend on others. This little burn could either be a big problem, or just something to forget about. He was hoping for the latter. --- Magenta lights swam through the ever-orange forest, and the lights soon shifted and formed into a body. A fox-like creature, black and red in color. A Zoroark. The Pokemon lurked in the underbrush, slowly approaching where she had seen the bird-boy fly, and rage was clear on her face. Looking closer, one would notice scars, wounds from countless encounters with people and other Pokemon, but they were hidden behind a ravenous stare that might stop hearts if one did not look away fast enough. The creature slowed as the land began to bend upward, and was soon glaring daggers up at the hillside where Seth awaited. _Humans, it must be those damn humans. They must have taken him must have must have how dare they ho-_ Ears perked as a screech filled the air. The Zoroark knew the sound well, and without another glare she was gone, vanishing into the shadows of the woods. Whatever had produced that cry must have met with the Zoroark before, and it was most likely not a very friendly meeting in the end.