A/N: I was told to update a dead story. So I did...even though I don't remember where exactly I was going with this...

Chapter 2

A mud coated paw took another hesitant step forward into the woods. Red eyes shifted around, worriedly, wondering if they were still here, or if he was going to be fine for a few more minutes. He only had a vague notion of were he was going, since the umbreon from earlier had known what he was doing, instead of making a split second decision like himself.

Stepping out of the coverage, a strange appearing poochyena walked forward, it's tail brown, slowly giving into a dark gray the closer it got to his face. A scar was barely visible, disappearing onto his under belly.

"Were did you go, Daybreak?" he whispered, his eyes glancing up at the cliffs. The rain from last night had destroyed any scent the umbreon may have left behind, making his task appear impossible. Not to mention it also made it hard for him to smell where the humans were, also.

With a slightly defeated sigh, the poochyena pressed forward, deciding he may as well check to see if Daybreak had somehow made it up, despite the slippery surface from hard pouring water.

(Daybreak)

A groan escaped Daybreak as he awoke, a pain in his hind leg shooting up into his chest, as he attempted to move. The memory of last night slowly entered his mind as he opened his eyes in the poorly lit cavern.

To his surprise, he found a very small looking poochyena resting near the entrance of the cave, with a slightly worried looking shuppet floating next to it.

"Why is it here?" Daybreak asked, his voice weak.

Dancer glanced at him, before letting out a sigh. "She was thrown off the cliff, her clan all waiting and watching to see her death. She's so small the bite wounds are practically fatal."

"Fatal?" With a start, the umbreon noticed the small pool of blood around the pokemon, her entire torso covered with blood.

"Is she even alive?" Daybreak questioned, cautiously limping towards the runt.

"Somehow. I fear the worst is yet to come, though."

Carefully, he came closer, until he saw it's face, surprised that her eyes were open. Heavy lidded, the small pokemon fearfully watching Daybreak as he came to a stop.

"Wh-who are…you?" the words sounded forced as the poochyena's eyes never left his form.

Slightly startled, he replied, "Daybreak…"

Turning his gaze towards Dancer, she supplied, "Her name's Small. She's almost a year now, a runt if I've ever seen one."

With a slow nod, Daybreak spoke softly, "Why bring her here, if it seems there may be no hope for her to be saved?"

"Because I'd rather try. Or in your cause, just dream it up so it will be so," Dancer replied, "Now, eat some pecha berries, they help stop infection."

With a nod, he accepted the berries Dancer offered, shooting feeble glances at Small. Her eyes were closed now, her breathing becoming soft. For a moment he wondered how exactly she had acquired such wounds, to end up in their care, but something else seemed to bug him. A familiar sent drifted to him coming from the outside.

(Clash)

Coming to a stop, the large, mixed color poochyena stopped by an entrance to a small cave under the bleak sky. His nose twitched as he smelled Daybreak mixed the foul sent of dried and new blood. He knew somewhere in there, Dancer was there, though he couldn't smell her, and there was something else. Something he wasn't quite familiar with.

Cautiously, he made his way into the cave, surprised to see that it glowed. The walls along the narrow path kept the area lit enough to see his way around, although he could of seen well enough in the pitch darkness.

Moving along, the smells became stronger, and he quickly hurried along. Turning a corner he jerked backwards as jaws nearly bit down on his paw.

Looking up, he saw the face of the one he had followed since the breakout, the umbreon's eyes as calculating as ever.

"What do you need now, Clash?" anger tinted Daybreak's words as he glared at the slightly larger poochyena.

"I just wanted to see if you were okay. You were shot in the leg…" Clash trailed off as Dancer appeared in the space right beside Daybreak.

"Yes, I am."

"And I smelled something else. Is there someone else here…?" Hesitantly, Clash tried to peer around Daybreak, but he only jumped in Clash's line of sight. His eyes were narrowed, mouth formed in a snarl.

"Perhaps there is."

"Oh, shush Daybreak. He's only trying to help," Dancer scolded, her glowing eyes gliding to rest on Clash, "Yes, we also found her last night. Although, we don't expect her to live."

"Ah…," having nothing left to stay, Clash's tail twitched under the heated glare of the umbreon.

The silence seemed to suffocate the narrow hallways, as the three of them stared at the other side. Two against one, until finally a side caves.

Finally, with a sigh, Clash mumbled, "I didn't think-"

"You never think. It was going exactly how it was supposed to go. All you had to do was follow me. Instead, you turn around and signaled a high alert," flinching at Daybreak's words, he sighed.

"I know…but we made it. And this is only the beginning, we're not going to be able to escape those humans if we all don't work together."

"You have quite the team spirit idea, don't you?" Dancer mumbled before Daybreak could send another scathing comment, "If you wish to stay, you may. But that's only if you don't run off again."

With a sigh, Clash mumbled, "Thanks, Dancer."

Standing aside, they allowed Clash through, who instantly wondered curiously towards the other, tiny poochyena.

"What are you thinking?" Daybreak hissed.

"I'm thinking maybe Clash and us should stick together. There's nothing wrong with that, is there?" Dancer's piercing eyes stared directly at Daybreak's, before she wondered back into the large room of the cavern.

Sighing, Daybreak could only wonder how he ended up with such a party.