I was setting up camp in a small outcropping on the side of Mt. Coronet, my goal the top by whatever means necessary. I felt like I was being watched, and not the usual feeling I got from my pack buddy Furret. The outcropping was barely enough for me and my gear, no way a wild Pokémon or another person was here too. Yet I felt it all the same. I took a peek over into the forest far below, and saw a creature-a Pokémon, no doubt- resting atop a small flowery hill, dappled by the rays of the setting sun. I hazarded a look up, and caught a glimpse of something whitish step out of sight. Not a few seconds later, I heard a howl I didn't recognize to be a Pokémon from around here. I hunkered back as close to the wall as I could. A minute passed, several, probably an hour. The moon had replaced the sun, and nothing had come. Furret snuggled beside me, making good use of what space there was, and we slept fitfully through the night. Little did we know, the excitement was yet to begin.