It was too dark and loud to notice the silhouette of an Eevee running inside their old barn. Huge for what little remained within its two floor interior. Aside from the haystacks, ladder and other various farm tools hanging from its weathered walls. Not that Croconaw was too interested in heeding his surroundings—when the ongoing thunderstorm had created the perfect spot to ‘practice his maneuverability’. Or at least that’s what he remembered ‘The Resident Gardener’ calling it. Since he encouraged him to train whenever Croconaw wasn’t working. Thus, the gator had been dancing with death looming overhead. Utilizing his new weightier body to make even bigger splashes, each time that he leapt toward one of the numerous fresh puddles outside.

However, a strong gust of wind had caught the Croconaw’s vibrant orange eye. After seeing how the large barn door had suddenly swung itself wide open. [color=6ecff6]“You dare challenge my might!”[/color] Croconaw exclaimed, with his stubby arms spreaded out. Facing the door and taking a big stomp forward in the puddle that he was currently standing in. [color=6ecff6]“Then prepare to be shut by my own claws!”[/color] He declared, before rushing forward and subsequently stumbling his way up to the opened door. Taking his unseen fumble in stride, as he gripped the wooden edge and pulled the door closed behind him. Finding himself standing inside the barn and letting out a weary sigh. 

But Croconaw soon froze up for a moment, as he squinted his eyes and peered around at the shadows. Promptly waddling himself over to the nearby camping lantern, that had been put there for Cronocaw’s little excursions. Being bright enough to illuminate much of the indoor space, as he proceeded to turn the thing on. Processing the sight of the soaked, fallen Eevee in front of him. [i][color=6ecff6]Huh? Who is this? Wait. Are they okay?[/color][/i] Croconaw questioned. Quick to dash over to his vital stash of goodies in a woven basket. [b]Because…okay he snuck out there a lot.[/b] 

[color=6ecff6]“Hey. Are you okay?”[/color] Croconaw asked Fifi from afar. Unconsciously using a younger and higher-pitched tone that Croconaw had when he was a Totodile. As he grabbed the thick wool blanket that had been sewn for him, in order to drag it across the floor and quickly cover up the Eevee’s body with it. Being answered first by the crack of thunder, as he raised his voice to compensate for all the noise. [color=6ecff6]“Hey⁠—wake up!”[/color]