Ezra wiped his brow with his forearm as he reached the top of a steep hill. His perceptive eyes looked out over the area around him, surveying for any bastion of humanity. All he saw was a small town far off on the horizon. The boy licked his dry lips. Had he not been born and raised in the desert, he may not have got as far as he had in this heat. Behind him was nothing but a wavy, dusty badland. With a sigh, he screwed open his cantine and swung it up high over his mouth, only for a few small drops to fall into his mouth. The boys face got serious. Being out of the water was no laughing matter, and the town looked to be a good few hours out. Ezra's worries only grew more intense at the notion of walking for hours without any hydration, he had heard some eerie stories about how that ends. Quickly he flicked a pokeball from his side and withdrew a Mandibuzz, who greeted him with a squeak. 
"Hey, Mandi. Do me a favor and help me find some water nearby, eh?" He asked, gently handing the cantine to the pokemon's talon. It flew off without another moment's notice, leaving Ezra alone once more on the windy hill. He took a moment to prepare himself before walking on.
"Just you wait, Mandi. Soon we'll get to battle some, just as soon as we can find another trainer!"