Silver snickered as Gold started losing it upon the sight of a startling murder of Pidgey. Bjork bleated cheerfully upon seeing other Pokémon. But his expression soured before he could tease Gold for his fear. "My parents. It's a complicated situation. We're what you'd call 'estranged'." Silver spoke as the two continued further into the Route, reaching a crossroads. One of the paths lead up into the old trail to Blackthorn, the one people had hiked on for generations but was now closed due to the situation up there. Silver longed to investigate, but he knew it would be tough to make it up the path this way, maybe impossible. And he certainly wasn't strong enough to handle whatever waited up there. Gold was moving ahead to the left as Silver pondered, before taking a quick few steps to jog back into pace with Gold.


Bjork held onto Silver's shoulder and hair with it's paws as the boy sprinted, the little green pokemon blowing in the wind. 
"So, how you liking being away from home so far?" His tone was cheeky, yet not mean.