A/N: This chapter went through major edits on 7/2/2020. About half of the chapter was rewritten to hopefully better hit the character beats I was aiming for. Enjoy.

Rash Decisions

Nip awoke when warm sunlight filtered down onto his nest from the window overhead. He stretched in the beams of light, letting out a silent yawn, raising his arms high above him, then sticking his legs out one at a time. As he stood up, he gave his injured leg an experimental stomp, winced, and grinned when the pain was little more a dull throb. Much of the pain had subsided in the four sunrises that had passed since he woke up in Lecha's clinic. Perhaps he would have been healed quicker if he had not strained himself the last several days, running around the village, but the difference would have been minor.

Much of his last few days had been spent wandering the village alone, learning more about the inner workings of the community. Many things - including food - cost "money" or required trade, unlike the communal meals of home. And what was offered to him were mostly things he couldn't digest: Grains and vegetables, as far from his diet as they could be. He'd gotten sick when he tried to cave and eat a meal with nothing but bread and potatoes and carrots, all things he had never eaten before. But he had no money with which to purchase more meat, and Haru had insisted that he would have to find a way to make money if he wanted more. His injuries had made hunting an unlikely scenario. He had curbed his hunger on extra oran berries, but only barely. And orans wouldn't be enough, in the long run.

But now? Today, he felt well enough that he might just stand a chance. Today, he planned to head to the outskirts of town, to the forest that Haru had pointed out. A good meal, a good night's rest, and then he would be on his way.

He could not stay here forever, after all.

He didn't even want to stay here forever, even if he could. They were too strict. Too stuffy. Too single-minded. Too much like the things he wanted to leave behind.

His mind wandered as he stepped out into the lobby. Haru was… okay, he supposed. She had been a bit obnoxious. But she spoke her mind more so than anyone else here. That much, he could appreciate.

He took pause when he stepped outside. Speak of the dark one themselves.

To his left, he noticed two bidoof standing a little way down the dirt path, conversing pointedly with each other. One he recognized to be Haru. The other, he assumed, must be her brother. He considered continuing without greeting them. But he supposed it would be rude. Afterall, she had not only been involved in his rescue, but also helped him understand how things worked in this odd little place. He should honor that.

As he grew closer, their voices became clearer.

"Are you sure you can't get out of this?" He heard Haru groan.

"Sorry," the other bidoof replied. "Mom's the one that said yes to Shimmer. Will you please help me with this, just come with me so I won't be alone? I'll make it up to you, I swear!"

Haru raised her head to the sky and let out a huff. "Fine, but you owe me!" She turned to look at the other bidoof. "So why is Shimmer headed out to the forest again? Didn't she bring your flowers just earlier this week?"

He shook his head. "Nope, she never made it back with them after you guys found that sneasel. So, she decided she wanted to just take me looking herself." He paused, looking back towards the clinic, and let out a startled yelp when he realized that the pokemon in question was standing just behind them, prompting Haru to look his way as well.

She forced a weak smile. "Oh, Nip. Out and about again?"

Nip blinked and let out a grunt. "Yeah. Did you guys say you were going to head into the forest? Do you mind if I join you part of the way? I need to make some preparations - I plan to leave in the morning."

Haru seemed to hesitate for a moment. "I mean, we're just going out to gather wild herbs. Then again… You don't have any money to stock up on supplies with, do you?" The sneasel shook his head in response. "Well, if you can find some of the more useful medicinal ones, Lecha might buy them off of you. Maybe you could even get yourself a bag and some travel supplies?"

He considered for a moment. Perhaps he could get one more meal as well, without having to spend energy to hunt. Or even two, since he could keep the meat frozen. It was in no way ideal but… it might allow him to cover more ground without stopping. "You make a good point. If you are alright with it, I think I will come."

The other bidoof stepped forward. "Nip, right? Haru told me your name. I'm Toshi." He glanced back to his sister with a hint of nervousness. "I wouldn't mind if he tagged along. The more the merrier, right?"

Nip gave an appreciative nod before moving to stand beside the duo. "Muse and Shimmer are the kirlia and absol, right? Is there a particular reason you don't want to be alone with them?"

"W-well," Toshi said, nervously rubbing a paw against his face a couple times. "See… Shimmer likes me. A lot, maybe too much. I mean, she's nice and all but… I just can't see her that way! She's too pushy! But mom really kind of… eggs it on, encourages her. Encourages me to hang out with her. She's the mayor's kid, so she's rich and has a lot of power in the village. Muse is nice enough and kind of keeps her from being too pushy but… It's just nice to have company so I'm not stuck talking to her the whole time, you know?"

Nip closed his eyes and let out a hum. "I think I can understand. It can be frustrating, being forced into a relationship that neither party wants, or that only one party wants in your case, just because others think they know what's best for you."

"Tell me about it. I mean, I don't think my mom would ever actually force me to get together with Shimmer but… I don't know, it's all just so frustrating and hard to argue against!"

The sneasel considered for a moment. "So, you are not forced, so much as pressured? Unfortunate, but at least you have a say in the matter."

"What are you even trying to say?" Haru interjected, prompting Nip to suck in a breath.

"Oh… never mind. I suppose it wouldn't make sense to you anyways."

If the two bidoof were going to say something, neither of them did. Instead, something behind Nip caught Haru's eye. "Oh, there they are. And is that… Why is Shimmer's dad here?"

Nip turned to look back to the group of pokemon behind him. Walking up the path were the kirlia and absol that he expected. But in addition to the two, three other pokemon walked with them. The first was a purugly: his fur groomed neatly to perfection with a small, sparkling stone attached to a string around his neck. The other two were each purrloin, one walking on either side of the group at attention.

"That's her dad?" he asked, whispering his question to Haru. "Does that work?"

"He and her mother - a gardevoir - had been together a long time, but I think she had a surrogate father."

"Her mom died not long after she hatched," Toshi added in. "So, it's just been her and Jhorlo for years."

Haru cut in with a curt tone. "I don't know why he's out here. Usually, he considers Muse more than enough protection for Shimmer."

The group of pokemon came to a stop a few steps away. The purrloin both sat down at the same time, but continued to stay at attention, eyes unblinking.

Shimmer hopped down from Muse's back, giving a friendly wave. "Hi Toshi-boo! Oh, Haru and the sneasel too! Nip right? You should have told me you wanted to make this a double date."

Nip, Toshi, and Haru all three did an immediate double take, looking to Shimmer and then amongst their group. Haru was the first to speak.

"What? No, it's nothing like that! Toshi asked me to tag along so he'd have more company, and we extended that invitation to Nip!"

"A-and this isn't even a single date!" Toshi added, stammering.

Shimmer took their response all in stride. "Kidding! Oh, you are too silly, cutie-pie. But whatever you say. Anyways, my dad is here because he wanted to speak with us before we headed into the forest is all."

The purugly chuckled. "Indeed. I really am sorry to bother you fine folks. I just needed to speak with you before heading into the forest you see." Nip took note of his silky-smooth voice. Something about it put his fur on end, like perhaps it was a well-practiced front.

"I wanted to make sure you all knew to be careful, is all. Whisper came by this morning with some disturbing news, you might have heard. She said there's reason to believe that a predator wildener has been hanging around the village. They've found several… er… remains around the area. All small mon, but still. Now you… five should be fine as long as you stick together, but I want you to all take extra precaution, understand? I don't need a mess to pick up, and I'd like my daughter and her friends to stay safe."

His explanation and request elicited slow nods from each of the other pokemon - except the purrloin, who were still at attention. Satisfied, he let out a purring noise before turning. "Jaques. Lotte. We're finished here. Back to the villa, okay?" He looked back towards Shimmer over his shoulder. "Take care, sweetheart!"

The two purrloin turned in unison, walking just behind the purugly. Shimmer gave her father a wave.

"Bye, Dad!"

Now slightly more somber, the group turned each other.

"A predator, huh?" Haru mumbled. "Are there any precautions we should take?"

"Perhaps we should designate a lookout," Muse suggested. "Who of us has the strongest senses?"

"Probably you or Nip," Toshi answered. "But since you're really the muscle of the group… Nip, do you mind acting as our spotter? Do you know what that means?"

"I was not planning to stay around the whole time but… I suppose I could," the sneasel responded. "I have a pretty good idea of what you're talking about. Bring up the rear, keep an eye out for trouble, especially when the rest of you are preoccupied, correct?"

"Close enough," Haru said. "You can either flank or bring up the rear. Normally, this level of caution wouldn't be needed this close to town, but if Jhorlo felt the need to bring it up we should be careful." She pointedly turned her head towards Shimmer. "Technically, we probably shouldn't be going out there at all, if things are that bad."

"Oh, Dad is probably just being silly," Shimmer said. "But if it makes you feel better, then I'm all for the extra caution."

On one hand, Nip could not help but feel flattered that these pokemon trusted him enough to do such an important job, and considered him skillful enough to follow through. On the other… part of him was in shock for the same reasons. Still, it would give him a chance to gather up some money, which he had quickly learned he would need if he ran into any more settlements.

With that plan in mind, the five headed further down the road towards the line of trees in the distance.

Once the group entered the woods, they fell into a tight formation. Muse walked in front with Shimmer on her back, the kirlia sensing the nearby area as best as her skills allowed for danger. The bidoof siblings took up the middle. Toshi occasionally cast a cautious glance into the woods on either side of their path. Haru, on the other hand, was much surer of herself, though Nip was not entirely convinced that it wasn't just for show.

He brought up the rear, occasionally sniffing at the air as he listened for any sign of danger. So far the journey had been quiet. Maybe too quiet, in his opinion. But perhaps this was normal for this part of the woods?

Still, it was hard to focus when Shimmer just kept chatting away.

She seemed to be recounting some story from her childhood. "So, I demanded that he paint his shop pink, that it would be more becoming of him. I told that old swalot that my daddy would make him paint it pink, and that seemed to make him consider things a little. But Muse stepped in and pointed out that he couldn't do anything until the next season, when the smeargle crew came through. And I guess by the next season I had already forgotten. Oh! That makes me think though, don't you think it would be neat if we paint our house pink, Toshi?"

"E-err…" the bidoof stammered, searching for any sort of response. "I'm really more of a blues and greens guy, actually."

"Well a dark shade of either of those could work well with pink, right? We can compromise!"

Sensing no hope of winning, Toshi just mumbled, "I guess."

Nip tuned out the conversation. There was no need to let himself get distracted by such silly discussion. He turned his attention instead back to listening for trouble. He heard a rattata skittering in the underbrush, squealing about the larger, scary pokemon entrenching on their territory. He could smell that a combee had passed through here recently, carrying nectar back to their hive. Somewhere above him, a taillow flew by, letting out a chittering song as he looked for his mate. Nothing dangerous so far.

If only he could slip away and hunt. But they were making more noise than an angry beartic. No wonder everything was running off.

Shifting his attention back to watching for danger, he turned his head to the side. He expected to see nothing, but instead caught a glimpse of distorted air, and of a ring of trees that were not only unnatural in formation, but in color too: wavering patches weaved and swirled about, turning the green leaves red and orange. Then the distortion would shift elsewhere, leaving the leaves green once again.

Haru caught his look, turning to look towards the distorted location. "Oh, that's Sunglow Thicket," she said matter-of-factly. "It's the only mystery dungeon that's less than a day's journey from here. That's part of why we don't have a rescue guild branch in town. Not enough nearby danger to need them. There are so few that get lost around here that the local guard can handle whoever does.

Nip tilted his head. "Rescue… guild? I apologize, we don't have anything like that where I'm from. You'll have to elaborate."

The remainder of the group stopped, pausing to look at the sneasel. "Really?" Toshi questioned.

"It makes sense they would not have a rescue guild branch," Muse pointed out. "As far as I know, there aren't any guild, union, or society branches on the other side of Great Misty Ravine. Do you have nothing to help those that get lost in the dungeons, though?"

"We rarely enter a patch of distortion outside of coming of age trials," Nip responded with a grunt, turning his attention back to sniffing at the air. "So, there would be no need to rescue outside of emergencies. Everyone is expected to know how to take care of themselves in danger, save for the kits. And they aren't meant to leave our nesting grounds."

"You know, you use kind of silly words," Shimmer cut in, holding back a giggle. "Sorry, I don't mean to be rude."

"What, you don't know what a nest is? I would say you all are the ones using the 'silly' words. I mean… what does 'guild' even mean?"

Haru let out a sigh. "Sorry about Shimmer. Anyways… a guild is sort of… like a group of pokemon that band together under a certain cause and skillset and vow to look out for others? Toshi, you're the one that's into all the expedition and rescue stuff, help me out here."

"Okay," Toshi began. "Well. Your explanation is pretty good. Down in Southern Harbor Town-"

"Where?" Nip interjected.

"All the way down south, it's one of two major port towns responsible for ferrying goods up the rivers."

"O...kay?"

"Anyways, Red's Rescue Guild headquarters is there. In most towns near a major dungeon, Red - that's the flareon that runs the place - has a guild branch set up to handle rescues. Now, this is not to be confused with the Expedition Society, which is a group of researchers that work to learn more about mystery dungeons and their containment, or the Enforcer's Union, who specifically focus on tracking down outlaws that may be hiding in hard to reach areas or mystery dungeons. Both of those are in Eastport Town - that's the other major harbor town."

"Creative name, Red," Nip mumbled sarcastically.

Shimmer piped up again. "Hey, you're the one that's named Nip. Like a little bite, you know? I don't know if you have room to talk."

"If you must know, my name specifically relates to frostbite."

"Still a little weird, but okay. Whateeever you say."

Nip threw his head back, turning his attention back to their surroundings. Muse and Shimmer veered off into a patch of grass nearby, the absol digging at the roots of some plants in the soft soil. Toshi wandered a bit further away, sniffing at a nearby bush. Haru busied herself carefully picking up the plants Muse dug up with her teeth before standing on her hind legs to place them in a satchel on Muse's back.

Nip turned his attention away, letting his mind drift. As nice as everyone here had been, this wasn't a place he could stay. As much as he wanted to rest, he couldn't here. Perhaps if he went over the mountain. Maybe there, he could finally settle, even if only for a while.

A whiff of an odd smell on the air made him turn his attention back to the present. Though he couldn't identify the smell exactly, it reminded him of soot and ash, the remains after a fire. Yet, he hadn't smelled anything burning. Tensing, he slowly looked around to scan his surroundings.

The others were still preoccupied with their foraging. Well, the two bidoof and the kirlia were at least. Muse had paused and was sniffing at the air just like he had. With how preoccupied they were, it reminded him of distracted prey he would sneak up on back in his old hunting grounds.

Something shifted the undergrowth ever so slightly. His ear twitched as he tried to home in on the sound.

Just as he called, "Look out!" A blur of blue and cream burst from the undergrowth, dashing towards the smaller, isolated bidoof. Instinctively, he dashed forward to meet it, inhaling before spitting out small shards of ice at the creature. But it was hardly fazed.

Toshi let out a surprised squeal, scrambling backwards into the bush. The quilava tried to follow after, swiping at Toshi as he retreated, but before it could reach him, Nip barreled into its side, delivering a jab with his claws before looping around to get on the pokemon's back.

The quilava cried out and twisted around, trying to reach around and bite at any part of Nip it could reach. There was a small pop, and then plumes of smoke began to pour from the vents on top of its head, obscuring Nip's vision. He coughed, squinting his eyes shut as he dug his claws deeper into the quilava's skin. He felt it twist beneath him, and suddenly he was on the ground, the wind knocked out of him by the quilava's weight.

"Let go!" the quilava hissed. "I saw him first!" It twisted around to lunge at Nip and bit down on his arm. But before it could do any more damage, the quilava was suddenly thrown off.

Nip stood up, his vision still obscured by the smokescreen. But as the smoke began to dissipate, he could see Muse standing in front of him, her horn lowered towards the quilava with dark energy surrounding it.

"Back off!" she barked, her maw twisted into a snarl.

Nip heard someone step up beside him. Glancing over, he saw Shimmer, with Haru just a few steps behind.

The quilava's ears twisted back against its skull. Not keen on testing the odds against that many pokemon, it turned tail and fled, disappearing back into the undergrowth.

Muse waited tensely for several heartbeats, watching and waiting, before she finally relaxed her guard. "Grab what you already harvested," she announced. "We're leaving."

Shimmer blinked, her mouth hanging open. "But… we just got here!"

"That one was young," Muse replied. "And not from around here. He probably came down from the mountains to hunt. His mother might still be nearby, and I don't fancy starting a fight with a typhlosion. Do you?"

No one could argue with that. So, with those words hanging in the air, Shimmer and Haru went back to finish gathering up the few herbs they had found. Toshi, meanwhile, sidled up beside Nip, silent for a moment.

"Hey," the bidoof began, shuffling his feet. "Um. Thanks. For helping me back there."

"Think nothing of it," Nip replied, turning his attention back to the forest. "I was just returning the favor. It would be… unbecoming of me to not do so. You asked me to keep an eye out, so I did."

To that, Toshi just hummed in agreement. The two of them stood silently for the next couple of minutes, waiting for the girls to finish, then they all began the trek back towards the village.

At first, the group walked in a tense silence, the fear of being attacked by a typhlosion driving them to be extra careful. But as the trees began to grow further apart, heralding their approach to Theran village, they began to relax.

Shimmer was the first to break the silence. "Musey, mister Nip, you two did great back there. Are you sure you can't stick around for a while, Nip? I bet Whisper would love to have a strong mon like you in her guard."

Nip flicked his ear. Was she… offering him a position in their society? To him, a stranger? How naive. As much as he wanted to point this out, he forced himself to be polite. "Your offer is kind. But I have other obligations I must attend to.

"Shimmer waved a hand dismissively. "Sure, sure. But think about it when you come back through, alright? I'll put in a good word for you if you do. I'll have you know I can be very persuasive."

That sounded… not great. He wasn't sure what she meant by "persuasion," but he was certain he wouldn't like it. "Thanks… but I likely won't be passing back through. I'll… be headed back home on a different route."

"Really?" Haru asked, rushing so that she could walk beside him. "Why's that?"

Should he tell the truth? Or a believable lie? "I am… hoping to see more of this part of the land," he explained. "None of my kin have traveled this far south."

"Not even for a pilgrimage?"

"It's a bit of a personal pilgrimage," Nip explained.

"I see…" Haru turned her gaze back towards the buildings on the horizon. "We didn't really get many herbs, did we?"

Nip glanced back to the bags on Muse's back. Indeed, there were only a few in the satchel.

Haru hesitated. "Well… if you'd like, I guess I could offer you a spare bag in the morning. It's not much but… it would give you something to carry things with at least. I'd help you with money but… I kind of already spent my spare change. Sorry."

Was she serious? Nip reached up to scratch the back of his neck. "That is… kind of you. I may take you up on that offer. Thanks."

It was bizarre to him, how willing these village mon had been to help him out. Was this the norm in this part of the world? How strange. It was, odd, but he almost felt like he could grow used to this.

He paused, sniffing at the air as a stiff breeze rustled the leaves on the trees around them.

And as he took in a deep breath, he caught a whiff of a strong, familiar scent that made his fur stand on end. Something different that stood out from the scents of this forest. He opened his mouth and took a deeper breath as he processed the scent. He caught the scent of earthy mud that hadn't quite dried out, and the smell of wild razz berry bushes. But beneath that all was an all-too-familiar scent. A pokemon's scent that still carried the faint, faded tone of pine needles and frostbitten herbs. He froze, his eyes narrowing to slits. She was here? Now?

"Hey, Nip, are you alright?"

Nip shook himself out of his stupor. Toshi had stopped to look back at him, his head tilted in concern. The other three had stopped as well.

He forced his fur to lay flat as he tried to calm down and assess his options. What was he supposed to do, tell them he was being chased by a crazy pokemon? Would they believe him? What if they confronted her? Would she just attack them, too? Or would she turn them to her side? Neither outcome was good.

"It's… Nothing," he finally lied. "I smelled something odd. 'Spose I'm still worried about that typhlosion. Fire doesn't exactly agree well with me." Still, he didn't wait to see how they'd react. Instead, he began to walk again, this time a bit faster, trying to not break out into a sprint.

His explanation seemed to satisfy the others, as they all mumbled some sort of agreement. Haru continued to stare at him a bit longer than the others. But she, too, relented. He did his best to not appear relieved.

Still, he was distracted as they made their way back to town, constantly glancing over his shoulder for a glimpse of cream and black fur. It took all of his willpower not to just bolt right there, to disappear back into the trees. But he was downwind. If she was still nearby, she likely hadn't spotted him.

Nip was shocked to find himself relieved when he reached the sparse and open village. But… she wouldn't follow him here. Probably. Not during the day at least. Even she wasn't stupid enough to attack him in the middle of a bunch of other pokemon in broad daylight.

"You should probably get that looked at."

"Hm?" Muse's words snapped him out of his thoughts. She leaned over to nose at the spot where he'd been bitten. The quilava's vicious bite had managed to break skin, but he hadn't thought much of it until now.

"You have a good point," he admitted. "I will return to your healer to recover. Thank you."

"Do you need us to walk you back?"

"I will be fine, thank you." He paused to look around until he spotted the humble medics's hut, the small building built off of a huge, ancient stump. "Take care, you four. I… will see you in the morning, I suppose, Haru." With that, he made his way towards the hut, eager to get out of the open.

Lecha was not in, so he treated himself to a single oran berry – figuring she wouldn't mind – and then returned to the nest he had been staying in. A flat object with strange scrawling had been left in his nest. He could gather that it was some sort of message but had no clue what it might mean. Quietly, he cleaned himself of the blood. But try as he might to relax, he couldn't. Knowing that she was so close…

"Yveltal, won't you spare me this one more time?" he mumbled. He needed to leave. He needed to leave right now. Night would fall soon. Perhaps he could slip out under the cover of darkness?

His stomach growled, and he was suddenly aware of just how hungry he was. He wouldn't get far without food. But… Berries wouldn't sustain him. Not when he needed to get as far away as he could, as quickly as possible.

As he lay there, worrying, an idea came to him. A cruel, perhaps foolhardy idea, but an idea, nonetheless. An idea that would make certain he wouldn't be able to come back. But it was the quickest idea he had in mind.

He had done worse, right?

With an uneasy feeling in his stomach, he laid down to rest and waited for nightfall.

Nip startled awake to visions of snapping jaws and the phantom pain of long-healed bruises. He reached over to rub his shoulder and winced when he brushed over the bite wound. With the help of Lecha and a few oran berries, it had already begun to heal. Lecha had checked on him briefly before retreating to bed, quietly commenting on how tense he was but not pressing the matter. He almost said something. Almost opened up and explained his fear. But no. Explaining the truth of his situation would only lead to more prying questions. Questions that would have surely turned her against him.

No one back in his tribe had believed him about Umbra. Why would she? And even if she did, how would he explain everything else?

Glancing up, he noted the moonlight peeking through the window. He rosefrom his nest, he swiftly made his way to the cabinet of herbs on the far side of the room. A few satchels hung off of wooden pegs in the wall. He chose one with a long strap that he could sling over his shoulders. The contents were dumped onto the table. In their place, he instead placed four oran berries, a heal seed, and a reviver seed. Hopefully, he would not need the seeds, but it was best to be prepared.

He gave one last look back to the nest he had stayed in the past several days. Indecision twisted a knot in his stomach, and he questioned if this was the best way to handle things. He shook his head. No, he had already made his decision. He would live with the guilt and consequences, but he would live.

He crept out lightly on his tiptoes, taking great care to not let the wood below him creak. The entrance room was dark and empty. A single, unused luminous orb inside a dark, tinted container provided just enough light for him to avoid stepping on anything that would have woke Lecha and alerted her of his movement. He carefully crossed this room too and pushed through the cloth exit into the night air.

The village was much quieter at this time of night, the streets empty save for a single guard with their back turned further down the road, silhouetted only by the flame of a torch they carried in their hand. He would have to work his way around them later. One thing at a time. He paused for just a moment to sniff at the air, the fur on the back of his neck standing on end when he smelled that all too familiar scent. Umbra had been nearby. And recently. How close to the town had she gotten. If she decided to risk confronting him here…

Either she would turn the villagers against him, or else they would be treated as little more than an obstacle.

Neither outcome was desirable.

He turned his back on the guard and instead made his way back towards his destination. Even in the moonlight, with his perception of color limited, he could make out the patchwork of different color values of the daycare. He moved swiftly, scurrying from hiding spot to hiding spot as he approached, praying the wind would not change and carry his scent to the guard, or else they would not notice it or find it unusual.

The daycare was only slightly more protected than he initially thought. Bars covered the windows, more likely to keep the children in than any threats out. The front, however, only had a cloth covering like the clinic, albeit a slightly thicker and sturdier type of fabric. He pushed it aside with ease.

Although he couldn't make out the details, he could tell that the inside was just as garishly colored as the outside. His stomach knotted slightly in anticipation. For a moment, he considered giving up this part of the plan, and instead chancing a trip to the mandibuzz's shop. But a growling stomach and fear of being caught by his pursuer if he waited even a moment longer egged him on. He swallowed once and steeled his resolve, then continued further in. Fortunately, and surprisingly, the floor here was just dirt. Perhaps part of the renovation? The reason did not matter. What mattered is that it would be easier to sneak across than the wooden boards.

He sniffed at the air before taking an entryway to the left, carefully straining his senses for any sign of other pokemon. The room it led into was small and cramped, but also noticeably warmer than the first. And there in a nest, nestled in individual nests around a small dugout with a flame orb was his target: eggs.

There were only four, none of them particularly large. The smallest could not have been bigger than his head, and the largest was no bigger than he was. He couldn't even guess what pokemon any of them might be in the darkness. It would not matter though, would it?

He began to reach down for one of the mid-sized eggs, his paws shaking in anticipation. But then he hesitated.

If he took this egg, there would be no turning back. There was no telling how the villagers would react to this sort of thievery; his kin would have killed any thief they caught, but they also would not waste time hunting down a thief that escaped. For just one egg, the loss would be mourned, the nursery barricades would be strengthened, and life would move on.

He could still back down right now. He could turn back and leave the nursery and instead target the meat shop. Surely, that would be less severe a crime?

"Tor won't like it if you mess with those."

He froze, hearing a quiet voice behind him, their tone grating in a way that sent chills down his spine. Slowly, he turned his head. A single pokemon, a small shuppet, was floating just a few feet away. A child, he thought. No real threat, but he had no time for a confrontation.

Slowly, he began to pull a paw away from the egg, keeping his eyes on the young ghost that floated between him and the exit. "I'll just… be on my way…" he mumbled as he started to back away.

He tripped over one of the eggs, biting back a yelp as he fell to the ground.

Apparently, this upset the shuppet, as he began to let out an ear-piercing screech. Nip yelped and flinched, covering his ears. "What are you doing?!" The shuppet yelled. "You're gonna hurt the eggs!"

Nip staggered back to his feet, turning first to the window before he remembered the bars.

He turned back, only to see shuppet less than a claw's length from his nose. Startled, he let out a yelp and lashed out, dark energy cutting through the shuppet's form, throwing him backwards. He hit the wall with a startled cry and slumped, unconscious.

Nip stared at the child, then glanced in horror down at his claws.

What he should have done was drop everything and run. But with a thousand panicked thoughts racing through his head, he instead grabbed the egg nearest him before turning to dash out of the room. As he made his way towards the exit, he could hear sounds of movement and voices in the room just beyond.

"Aves? Tor, where's Aves? I can't see him he's not here I heard him scream!" The first voice was soft, but distressed and just as grating as the shuppet's, its tone rising into a panic as it continued to speak.

"Stay here," a second voice replied monotonously. "I will go find out what is going on."

The sneasel burst through the flap just as the large form of a blissey appeared in the other doorway. Stealth was no longer in his favor, instead opting for speed to get as far away as possible. He made it all the way to the other side of the square before the blissey discovered what had happened and let out the call of alarm.

"Thief!" The blissey called out, emerging from the nursery. "Egg thief!"

Nip dove into a bush on the side of the path, clutching his prize tightly in both paws. He stayed deathly still, not daring to even breathe as the guard from before, a hawlucha, rushed past him. He waited till they got just a little way further before bursting out of his hiding place, continuing down the path. But he had emerged too soon; the sound of movement made the hawlucha spin, letting out an alarmed caw.

"You there!" He heard the Hawlucha squawk. "Halt!"

Nip yelped as he heard something shatter behind him. Suddenly, the whole area lit up as if it was daytime. He squeezed his eyes shut against the harsh light but dared not stop. The hawlucha must have seen him in the burst of light because he could hear it pursuing him, slowly catching up.

Cooling the air around him as he prepared an ice attack, he sucked in a sharp breath and turned his head, exhaling a burst of frigid air, small crystals of ice forming in the stream. He did not look to see if it actually hit, instead choosing to focus on the quickly growing tree line. If he could make it into the forest, he could probably lose them.

He chanced a glance to the left and realized with alarm there was a growing speck dashing towards him in an attempt to cut him off. It was some quadruped, running on all fours, but he couldn't make out the details yet. He pushed himself to run faster. As the other pokemon grew closer, moonlight and the sparks dancing on their pelt revealed that his pursuer was a manectric.

There was a flickering flash of light as electricity surged across the field. Nip let out a pained yowl as one of the arches hit him square in the back, threatening to make his limbs seize up. He stumbled.

But perhaps the attack worked out in his favor as well. He heard a pained squawk from his pursuer as well. "Vale!" The hawlucha cried out. "Watch where you're aiming that!"

The manectric was nearly caught up to them now. He couldn't get caught! Not now! Not when he was so close! He took a step forward, fighting the painful electrical spasms. Turning his head slightly, he caught sight of the Hawlucha forcing herself to her feet out of the corner of his eye. If either of them managed to catch up to him this would have been all for nothing.

He sucked in another breath of air and forced his body to move, despite the lingering tingling numbness. Sharp chunks of ice quickly began to form on his arms, on his tail, and in his mouth as he focused, flash-freezing the moisture in the air around him. Just as the manectric entered pouncing range, sparks now dancing on its fangs, he spun, launching the shards of ice at the electric type's face in point blank range. It let out a pained yelp, its attack thrown off as razor sharp shards of ice sliced at its muzzle.

He spat out the shards that had formed in his mouth at the hawlucha as a quick follow up, then turned and fled once again despite the numbness in his limbs, finally reaching the trees. He was out of range of the effects of the luminous orb now, leaving him with the advantage in the cover of darkness. But the other two also knew these woods better. He could hear another pokemon rushing their way in the distance. He scrambled and stumbled amongst the underbrush, slowed down by the lingering numbness and by his soon-to-be meal. He may have gotten a head start, but they would catch up soon if he did not find somewhere to hide.

Pushing through the undergrowth, he found himself back at the path that he had traveled with Haru and the other village pokemon earlier that day.

An idea sprang into his head. The mystery dungeon! If he could get inside before they caught up, it would spit them out somewhere else and would provide him with short-term shelter so he could eat and treat his fresh injuries.

He stumbled through the bushes in the darkness, desperately looking for what might be a dungeon entrance. All he needed was two trees that seemed slightly off. He could hear voices growing closer; the manectric must be tracking his scent. He was so close! So close to escape, so close to freedom.

He strained his sense of hearing and caught note of a dead zone of sound to his right. He spun and rushed towards it as quickly as his numb limbs would carry him. The distortion of space would create a void without sound from the outside, so logically that had to be where the dungeon was.

"There you are!"

No! Not now! He whipped his head around, catching sight of the small, cream form of a mawile in the distance, rushing in his direction. How could she have found him at the worst possible time?

He turned tail and fled, stumbling towards what he hoped was the entrance to the mystery dungeon. As he pushed through the point that marked where the distorted, unstable space began, he felt the shift of warm, humid, summer heat to crisp fall air. He felt leaves crunch beneath his feet and heard the sounds of his pursuers suddenly cut off.

He was in. The sneasel let out a relieved breath and slumped to the ground, his legs giving out. The dungeon had deposited him in a small, empty clearing, perhaps three or four body lengths either way.

His claws slipped into the bag, fumbling to find the longer form of the heal seed. Popping the green and white seed into his mouth, he let out a sigh of relief as feeling began to return to his limbs. But as the adrenaline of his daring escape died away, a realization struck him: Umbra saw him go into the dungeon. The villagers would be able to work it out. If this dungeon only had one true exit, all they had to do was wait for him to find his way back out and ambush him.

He may have trapped himself between a waiting, angry mob and the dangerous, ever-shifting maze.