Eric held tight to the Arcanine's mane, a bit nervous to be riding a Pokemon. A creature with this much majestic muscle could bound through the field at breakneck speed if it wanted... but it kept to a steady walking pace.

They took a path winding around the perimeter of the fence. The trainer with the Pidgeot had mentioned distress about disturbing the baby Pokemon. Eric figured this was the reason for their indirect route.