A/N: I regret to say my WiFi broke down (thanks to my good-for-nothing sister), but now I've got it back so now I can update.

(Now I don't capitalize pokemon species names. My shift button is a bit jammed, so it's hard, so I'd rather not take the effort. Someone's lazy...)

"Oh, great," Casten murmured. "Does she know how to hunt?"

Bei stared curiously at the pyroar. It had not noticed her, and if it did, it would probably maul her to death. But it hadn't yet. Such a good sign... not. Curiously, Bei poked her head out of the bushes. The pyroar stiffened, then relaxed again. Casten bit his tongue. The pyroar—who was a female, judging by its mane—couldn't smell the raichu because she might have been made of fake-flesh (and fake-blood), but they didn't smell the same. So.

The heliolisk watched as Bei tilted her head slightly, smiling. She probably had no clue what was "hunting", but agreed anyway. She pressed her belly flat against the grass, squishing it. The pyroar tensed its muscles and moved her paws to turn around.

She was a second too late. Bei went flying forward, gnawing at the pyroar's back. She used her tail as a knife, slicing wildly. The pyroar shrieked, flinging its burning hot mane around, hitting Bei in the face. Casten stared as Bei continued her gnawing, and the pyroar flailing and trying to slap her mane onto the offender, but eventually, after much blood loss, the pyroar dropped to the ground, dead. Bei climbed off of her and grinned proudly.

"Casten!" she yelled, unaware of his presence. "I've hunted a pyroar!"

"Uh..." The heliolisk watched in mild curiosity as she picked the pyroar up and dragged it back towards where Casten lived. "Uh, Bei! I'm here!"

He managed to catch her attention, and Bei grinned widely at him. "Oh, perfect timing, Casten! I finished hunting the pyroar!" she yelled for the second time. "What are we gonna do with it?"

"Eat it?"

"Sounds great! ...How?" she questioned, flinging the dead pyroar over Casten's head. The heliolisk shrugged mutely, walking back to the sandy shore and sitting down as he picked at the corpse. "Hey! We could slice it up, and we can divide the parts! But I'm not too hungry, so you can have more than me."

"Oh. Sure."

He didn't sound enthusiastic. He wasn't enthusiastic. He was ecstatic that they had an adult pyroar to themselves, but... y'know, it was weird. Usually all Casten ever ate were magikarp by the shore. He didn't notice Bei carefully plucking at pyroar, slicing it to bits and pieces. She tossed half of the meat towards Casten and began munching on her own.

The heliolisk turned to stare at his meal. "Why do I get the head?"

Bei shrugged. "I 'unno, I assumed you would like it. If you don't want the eyeballs, I can extract them."

"Didn't you skin it first?"

"No..?"

"You're eating its fur?"

"...Why not?"

"Oh, ugh."

There was still plenty of things to teach her.

"Funny things wash up on shore," Bei declared, looking through the basket made of dried reeds. She picked something else up and dumped it inside. "Well, that's the last of things I think is edible! Here ya go!"

She plonked it in front of him. Casten peeped inside. Some driftwood, seaweed, and a dead magikarp. He threw out the driftwood beside him. Good for fires. He carefully poked the seaweed before nodding.

"Yup, all edible."

"Yay!"

The heliolisk watched as Bei stuffed the seaweed in her mouth. She swallowed it cheerfully. Casten wondered how she was a robot, and still had to eat and sleep and stuff... Technology was amazing nowadays.

"Hey, do you have any taste buds?"

"Huh?"

Clueless, again. "Does the seaweed taste like anything? Or does it taste like water?"

"...Like, kind of... not-water-like. Yeah."

So she did. "Ah, okay."

After a while of silence, Bei decided to break it. "Hey, how do pokemon reproduce? Natural ones, I mean."

Casten spluttered on his magikarp, staring at her incredulously. "You really want to know?"

"...Did I stutter?" She was picking up "annoyance", too.

"Er..." The heliolisk paused. "Through adult-things. Ask someone else. I'm not familiar with it. Not really, anyways." Rather, I'm not familiar with telling other people stuff like that.

"Oh, okay." Bei continued chewing thoughtfully. "How did you evolve?"

"Sun stone lump."

"...Like my thunder stone lump thing?"

"Yeah, kinda. Different material though, but they're essentially the same. No diff."

Bei nodded. "Okay. What's that thing beside you?"

Casten turned.

Two eyes stared back at him.

"W-Where did that come from?!" he squawked, slapping its head out of reflex. Bei cracked up, and the litleo let out a cry. Casten paused. Whoops. Wrong move. The daddy will be here anytime soon. "U-Um, sorry!"

"Casten, what's happening?" A loud roar was heard.

"The dad's heard. He's gonna make us pay." Casten stood up. "Throw the litleo into the sea."

One good thing about Bei: she was not afraid to do anything.

"Sure!" she said, beaming.

And when I said that, killing others didn't bother her.

She curled her tail around the crying litleo and flung it far into the sea. Casten had picked up the basket and began to run. Bei dashed after him excitedly, not asking a single question as they continued. Casten held his breath.

"Can you swim?"

"Uh, I think so." A pause. "Yeah, inner me told me I can."

"Inner you?"

"...It's... hard to explain." That's what Casten would say a lot.

They could still see the half-drowned litleo flailing in the water. Casten hesitantly stepped into the water, allowing the basket to float next to him. Bei jumped in happily, treading the water.

"Hey, look! It's a male pyroar, Casten. Can I kill that one?"

"No need, I'm full." Quiet thinking. "But if it attacks us, feel free."

The pyroar let out a roar, but this time, a different tone. Casten sunk himself underwater. The litleo was dead. Bei watched the scene (while beaming) and then frowned slightly.

"Uh, the pyroar is acting weird."

"It's mourning for its dead child."

"What? It died?!"

"Uh, yeah. ...Something wrong?"

Bei crossed her arms, standing on the edge of the shore. "...You should've let me kill it!"

Casten shrugged. "Then its blood would be on you and its dad could have trailed you, then it could have tried to kill us."

"We're in the water, and they're fire-types!"

"...Still not safe."

A couple more pyroar came to mourn with the dad pyroar, and they returned into the forest. Relief swam through Casten when he saw them leave.

...

Did Bei feel happy, too?