A young girl, about eleven, was walking through the woods. It appeared that she was looking for something, or perhaps, someone.
"Fang?" She called.
"Pooch?" She heard from behind her. Turning around, she saw a young poochyena blocking her way back, tail wagging and growling playfully.
"Fang!" She exclaimed, running up to the poochyena and hugging it.
"Pooch?" The Pokèmon asked again, sniffing the bag that the girl had draped over her shoulder.
"We're... running away. Fang, we have to leave." The girl said, sounding unsure of herself.
"Heather!" A woman's voice was heard faintly calling.
"Come on, we've got to go!" The girl, Heather said in a whisper. With that said, she picked up the poochyena, and started running. The poochyena, Fang, made a questioning sound, squirming to be put down.
"We have to go Fang, or else I'll never get to see you again. Mum said that I can't handle having a Pokémon. She said when I get older, she'd give me a Magikarp, to teach me responsibility. She said that wild Pokémon are too dangerous for me, and that she wasn't going to let me come into the woods anymore." Heather explained to her companion, moving along the familiar deerling trails through the wooded area. They were in Kanto, but this was a forest reserve that had been set up for Pokémon from all over the world. It reminded Heather of the books she had read about the safari zones. Her family had volunteered to help watch over the forest years ago, and Heather liked playing with all the Pokémon. It had never been a problem, until she stumbled upon a swarm of beedrill. Ever since then, her parents had tried to discourage her from going even near the forest.
Fang had been the first Pokémon she had met, and he was by far her favourite.
She finally put the poochyena down, and began to climb over the fence that separated the reserve from the normal forest, which was open to all trainers. With only a moment of hesitation, the bite Pokémon followed her, managing to jump over the fence in one leap. Not that the fence was really that y'all to begin with.
As Heather's feet touched the ground in the other side, her mother appeared from the forest edge, still yelling for her.
Heather took off running and did not look back. She didn't want to leave her mom. She loved her, but Heather couldn't stand the thought of never seeing Fang again. Looking down, she saw that her companion was right there beside her. She nodded to herself, they could do this.