nine hundred and eighty two years ago...
A heavily furred back glistened slightly, the matted fur soaked with sweat from working in the sun in the seemingly endless summer. 'Groudon's sure got it in for us...' the owner of the back thought, wiping her face and muzzle, squeezing the sweat off her fur.
Ears pricked towards the other side of the grassy plain, golden with the unrelenting heat. Stroking the side of the giant granite block she was standing next to, that was roughly etched into a strange, blob of a quadrupedal figure, the pokemorph walked over to the only building that graced the crater - a two roomed shack, that was being fixed up, made into a mud brick house by another figure.
"phew." the 'morph said, after dunking her head in the 44-gallon barrel they used for bathing and cleaning up. Still dripping, she walked over to the other person, rubbing her face with with an ancient towel. Through the open door of the house, two huge beasts lay sprawled, on opposite sides of the largest room, resting in the stifling heat of day. The smaller of the two, usually ruby red fur was damp and darkened, sweat clinging to its body, making it look skinny and malnourished, somehow hiding the layers of bulging muscle encasing its frame. A huge pair of shearing scissors was withing paws reach of it.
The larger creature sometimes looked over at the smaller, a bit worriedly, it being able to take the heat a little better, since it had scales, and wasnt fully furred. It shone with the glistening of oil on its scales, keeping them moist, so it didnt lose all ability to move until it moulted. After a few, hesitant words to the smaller one, which was always answered with a snarling bark, and sometimes a paw moving towards the scissors, and if the larger one looked like it was going to get up, it was nearly always beaten up shortly afterwards.
Despite the hostility, they were very close... though both would rather kill than admit it.
The 'morph joined her friend at the mud-brick grid, and helped heave the frame off the portion of the baked squarish rectangles.
"its starting to look good." The human (or was she?) commented, meaning both the Granite blocks, anf the shack.
"Indeed it is. They shall be pleased, i think, when it is done." the 'morph added, collecting the bricks, and placing them in a rough pile on a pallet.
"Indeed." the reply came, keeping up with the mock formalness. Dropping it, she said quietly "What happens to the pups?"
"I dont know... She dosent want them anymore, now theyre weaned... He wouldnt have the slightest clue of what to do with them.. I think its best for us to show them." the morph said, looking towards the mountianous ridge in the background.
No audiable answer came - because the other was nodding.