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	[color=B81616]"That's right."[/color] Wolfenheim said. [color=B81616]"I've never been in a [i]competitive[/i] battle- just training, or the occasional disagreeable thug..."[/color] he recounted. He normally didn't like talking about his job that much to people, even though he did still love what the occupation stood for. They always asked him the same questions. But he was in a good mood, and ready for his journey. Not to mention, this girl was much more pleasant to look at while he talked than the others he'd come across.

   [color=B81616]"I still somewhat see myself as a Ranger, to tell you the truth..."[/color] he conceded. [color=B81616]"The Rangers stand to protect nature- and by extent, people and Pokemon. I aim to still do so, throughout my journey as a Trainer."[/color] 

Her next question was one easy to answer. [color=B81616]"The hardest Pokemon to work with...would be the ill-tempered ones. Or the solitary ones. The can make communication difficult or dangerous sometimes, but your Pokemon will likely be able to help you with that."[/color] he said, shifting in his seat to take a more comfortable position.

[color=B81616]"I personally have only caught one Pokemon through battle; my Toxicroak, Meistro. But I have seen many senior Rangers demonstrate it."[/color]

He sat for a moment before continuing, as a heavy whistle sounded throughout the air. Nove sat beside Wolfenheim, waddling her feet merrily as she listened in on the Trainer's conversation. She looked at the Ninetales, and stuck her tongue out playfully.


Clive laughed after Marie's words, and the reaction she had to Ninetales licking her face. [color=B81616]"Of course. I'm glad to help."[/color] he responded. [color=B81616]"And yes, my stop is Pallet Town. Where are you headed?"[/color] he inquired.