Luke stares at the group of Digidestined, an impassive look in his cool, grey eyes. "As you all are aware, AJ Lee has retired from wrestling in the WWE," he says slowly, his arms crossed behind his back as he faces them. "As such, she will join Alberto Del Rio, Ricardo Rodriguez and CM Punk as earth-bound Digidestined." Murmurs and nods follow this comment and he takes a breath. "There are now seven of you. Do you feel confident continuing your missions with these reduced numbers, or do you wish for replacements to be sought out?"

Seth stares over at the other Digidestined for a moment. His confidence at an all-time high since winning the world heavyweight titile, he doesn't see a problem with answering for the others with little to no time for deliberation. "We're fine with that. No problems."

There are a couple hesitant murmurs but all in all, no one seems to disagree. "Very well," Luke says. "Seeing my base is rebuilt now, I am able to keep a closer eye on troublesome situations forming around the zones."

Wade, feelimg aimless and impatient without his title belt, stares over at Luke. "Is there anything happening right now?"

"There is a minor disturbance in-"

"I'll take it," Wade snaps, turning to glare over at the others. "On my own. No interference." Heath looks like he's about to say something when Wade reiterates. "No interference." He holds his Digivice up until a map flashes on it and, satisfied, he walks away, Lunamon peering back at the others before Wade turns a corner and they are out of sight.

She doesn't say anything, easy to guess by his stance and his glower that now's not the time to try to get Wade's attention. Even when she thinks she knows where the map is taking them, she allows him to stomp on, hoping that it'd be enough for him to calm down, burn off some steam.

Her suspicions, however, are proven when loud chittering and highpitched yells echo back from a nearby village. She laughs softly, trying to muffle it in Wade's shoulder, but he's already stopped, quirking his head to the side. "What the bloody hell is that?!"

"Baby Digimon," Lunamon explains lowly. "We've been taken to a village where abandoned baby Digimon are kept and fostered." He glances over at her and she smiles somberly. "Sometimes Digimon parents are deleted, leaving their children defenseless, or worse, the baby Digimon are abandoned for being too weak... when that happens, they're brought here, where a few grown Digimon work together to raise them."

Wade swallows, suddenly distracted from his own troubles. "I see. And there is something happening here? We should move faster..."

"Maybe not-" Lunamon's just said when something hard impacts with Wade's shoe, stopping him short.

"What the?!" he demands, suddenly unable to move.

Lunamon hops off of his shoulder and immediately shoots water at his shoes, causing some of the weight to ease. He blinks, confused, as she turns around and plucks something out of the bushes. "LET ME GO!" a small blue creature that doesn't have any significant shape to its body cries, ears and paws waving all over the place.

Lunamon cringes but clings to him anyway. "We're here to help, stop fighting me! Why are you out of the baby village? You're safe there-" She's quieted immediately when he spits something hard and silver at her, Lunamon shaking her head desperately as it clings to her fur.

Wade, pulling his shoe free, now walks over to them and grabs the small Digimon, holding him up at eye level. The abrupt change in height startles the little guy into silence and he stares at Wade in fear. "Well, aren't you a fluffy little nuance?" he demands, snarling into Dorimon's beady eyes. "Alright down there, Lunamon?"

"Yes," she says, scrubbing a wet hand down her face before resuming her position on Wade's shoulder, staring down at Dorimon. "Why did you leave?"

He stares balefully at them before slumping into Wade's grip, pressing his paws together in an unexpected show of self-consciousness. "I was getting bullied by the others. I've been at the village longer than anyone, and I've yet to Digivolve."

Lunamon stares at him, glances up at Wade, then scoots down Wade's arm until the little Digimon is in reach. Her touch, however, is comforting and Dorimon stares up at her. "When it's time, it'll happen. You can't rush these things. Anyone who doesn't understand that isn't worth your time."

He sighs and looks away. "But when they gang up on me..."

"Tell the adult Digimon, they'll help you," Lunamon tells him kindly. "I'm sure they were late Digivolvers as well. It's nothing to be ashamed of." They stand still for awhile, allowing him to digest this, and finally Lunamon says quietly, "Are you ready to return?"

He looks from her to Wade before releasing a breath. "Alright. I guess." They walk him back towards the village and Wade stands uncomfortably by the entrance while Lunamon leads Dorimon back towards the Digimon clustered around.

He smirks to himself while the baby Digimon watch on, wide eyed and uncertain, and the adult ones surround him and fuss, Lunamon having to explain a couple of times before they understand.

Once done and free from the adults, she returns to Wade's side and climbs up his arm. "Think he'll be ok?" she asks Wade as they walk back to Luke's area.

"I believe so," he answers after a moment. "However, let's not tell the others what this little... issue was about, yes?"

She fights a giggle, nodding. "Of course. But you still have some dried metal on your shoe."

He looks down, groaning when he sees she's right. "Bollocks..."