[center][color=indianred][h3]Shanae Eller[/h3][/color]
— Atana Mountain Range —[/center]
The cavern was dark and chilly, and sound echoed eerily inside. However, the sound of Turris’ feet touching the stone floor—metal against hard rock—rapped out a comforting beat that was echoed by Shanae’s footsteps as heavy snow boots hit the same floor in solid thuds. 


Inside the cave, Shanae’s half-covered flashlight provided adequate lighting for the woman’s journey. There was no need to see beyond where the light ended, after all—the most shining the light around wildly would do is alert some Pokemon of her presence. 


As there were many caves and caverns alike scattered across the ranges, Shanae didn’t expect to meet anyone inside this particular cavern. Sure it was on the main peak, Mt. Atana, and sure it was pretty deep as far as she could remember, but there was no way this was the deepest or most obvious cavern. No, this one was much more hidden and was more easily found by falling in front of than by spotting with eyes. 


Turris’ steps slowed a little before coming to a stop, and Shanae slowed to a stop behind him, muscles tense as her hand automatically fell to the Pokeballs at her belt. There was no telling what usually inhabited the cavern. Having only been here once, Shanae had only native lore and field guide descriptions to fill in her thoughts and fuel her imagination. A lone Snorunt or the like she could handle, but come a Shelgon or perhaps even its evolution and Shanae might as well give up here and now. 


[i]Except,[/i] Shanae thought, hands closing around the Pokeball of an exceptionally pink and fluffy Pokemon,[i] I’m no longer that beginner-rank trainer that fell on her ass finding this place. [/i]


Her eyes peered through the darkness, narrowed and ready. 


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