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"Lucien...." Lucien's long blue ears twitched as he heard his trainer call his name. He padded softly to her as he stood, his body quick and silent. As he knelt by her, a frown worked onto his blue muzzle with the black stripe down his nose. She was asleep, curled into a ball with her covers throw off. She slept with clothes on, of course, but they were thin and did little to protect against the night air. Carefully, he grabbed the blanket and set it back on her, smiling as she murmured his name again. It made his heart swell but he quickly controlled himself as his trainer's Umbreon gave him a sidelong glance and smirk.

'I know you're worried about her, we all are,' the black feline breathed, murring in his native tongue. Lucien looked silently to him. 'She's been so....'

'I know, Keldjor,' Lucien sighed, rubbing his black paws against his blue head and through his four, floppy black ears. His trainer had seemed so troubled and depressed lately. She had never been one to keep them in balls, but lately she seemed even more reluctant to withdraw them into the almost too cozy spheres.

'So what are we gonna do?' The Houndoom looked down from his perch in the maple tree, huffing softly at the Lucario and Umbreon beneath him. 'It's not like we can solve all of her problems, no matter what we do.'

'So what do you propose?' Lucien growled, his red eyes flickering at the other canine. 'We just let her suffer through whatever this is?' His hackles raised as the Doberman-looking dog flicked his devil shaped tail in the air.

'I'm not saying that.' The Houndoom huffed, snorting softly and looking away. 'I'm just saying we cannot solve all of her problems. We are not human; we cannot talk to her like humans. We cannot find her problems like humans do.'

Keldjor flicked his black ears, the yellow stripes on his ears moved perplexing with the twitch. 'She doesn't speak to them like she speaks to us; however. She tells us more than she dare let on to any two-legged-pale-skin.'

'Of course she does!' Countered the Houndoom, 'She is an outcast, rejected from her pack! She doesn't trust her own kind, because of that she is doomed to live without being understood. It is the way life works. If you cut yourself off from your own you become picked off by a predator, be it hunger or another hunter's hunger.'

A snarl ripped from the Lucario's maw as he sprang forward toward the black canine, his paws slamming downward. The Houndoom roared back, flames gathering in his mouth as he shot them forward into Lucien's side. Crying out, the Lucario bounded away, gathering the aura in him into a compact ball swirling with sparkling blue. With a battle cry, he shot it forward. Houndoom bounded out of the way as the sphere slammed into the tree, throwing splinters of wood everywhere . Cracks and groans filled the area as trees buckled under the power. Lucario paid no mind to the crying of trees and jumped forward again, gathering another ball in his hands. This one, however, was a ghastly purple, little wisps flickering off of it. The Houndoom snarled, the same purple sphere gathering in his mouth as a cry from his mouth threw the thing forward at the other canine. Lucien fired his as well, the two spheres colliding and the power sucking the other in before the two balls exploded, the force ripping leaves from trees and tearing apart the dry ground beneath them. Houndoom readied himself as he burst forward, nearly vanishing as he appeared behind Lucario, his mouth ready to rip into the delicate flesh of the other dog's throat...

"Lucien! Cruz!" Both of them paid heed to the voice with reluctance as they knew the next words coming. "Stop it right now!" Lucien darted away while Cruz withdrew his teeth from Lucien's throat. Their trainer stood, a hard look on her face, her red-nearly brown-hair falling in disarray around her rounder face. She was not skinny, but not huge, either, and not particularly attractive. Still, she was not repulsive, and nobody but her seemed to think she looked awful. "What's wrong with you two!?" her yell echoed into the trees and died slowly among them as she looked at her two Pokemon. Houndoom huffed and padded to a tree, where he laid down and curled up, Lucien padded to his trainer, seeing her body shaking. He opened his arms to the shivering girl, who shook her head furiously.

'Kelsey,' he whispered with his telepathic link. She shuddered as he called her name. Despite that, she pulled away from his arms again, biting her lower lip and backing away. 'Kelsey...' Lucien called, grabbing her wrists gently with his paws. She didn't try to fight his paws as he held her. Sighing softly, he looked up into his trainer's face, seeing tears in the faint blue eyes. His red eyes caught hers and she closed them, looking away as her Lucario let go of her wrists and wrapped them around her waist, hugging her gently. She whimpered and Lucien felt her aura flicker weakly as he held her. 'It's alright, don't cry,' he let her mumble that she wasn't crying and smiled. He saw Keldjor nod to him from the shadows and curl up next to the agitated Houndoom.

Kelsey hugged Lucien back, sniffing and mumbling occasional things as her Pokemon rocked her side to side, arms gently resting on her waist as he squeezed in the occasional condolence. "I must be an awful trainer." She murmured into his large ears. Lucario snarled softly and hugged her tighter as his slightly taller trainer spoke. "I can't keep my own Pokemon from fighting one another. I should be able to stop that, at least, right?" Lucien was quiet; the last thing she needed to know was that their little spat was about her well being. Calmly, he leaned up to her and kissed her neck. Kelsey froze and shivered as his furry lips pressed to her neck. "I love you, Lucien." The girl murmured, hugging back and burying her head against him.

As Lucien held her, he kept himself controlled, carefully moving her to the ground and laying her down.

'I love you, too.' The Lucario told her, letting her go and grabbing her blanket. Keldjor trotted up beside his trainer and laid down beside her, nuzzling her. Lucario smiled at his friend. He and Keldjor had a mutual feeling for their trainer and both would do anything to make her happy. Her other Pokemon felt the same, but not to the extent that Lucien and Keldjor did. The Umbreon nuzzled their trainer, resting his side against her stomach and resting his muzzle on her pillow beside her head. Kelsey reached a hand up and stroked his soft, black fur, closing her eyes and drifting into sleep slowly.

As their trainer fell asleep, Lucien sat by Keldjor, glaring at Cruz, the Houndoom, in the dark. His ruby eyes flickered angrily into the other's canine's crimson ones. The Houndoom paid him no attention, his sleek black body curled up, his red stomach rising and falling as he breathed softly. Cruz's long devil tail flickered in the cool air like the leaves on the green trees above.

'Glaring at me won't make anything better,' Cruz scoffed, flashing his teeth at the glaring blue dog huddled by their trainer. 'Stop being such a pet. Have you no dignity toward your wild ancestors?' A small puff of smoke curled from his black nose.

'I am no pet!' Lucien glared at Cruz, a hard scowl coming to his face. 'I am merely trying to help my friend in need!" His mouth parted into a snarl. 'And I'd do anything to make her happy. I am no animal, I am a Pokemon, and I am her friend. And a friend does anything for a friend!'

'Don't act like you're the only one who cares." Huffed Cruz, 'I am not a stone hearted killer. I do care for my trainer, you can just not baby her like that, or she will never be stronger.'

'Well tell me what she needs and I'll help her find it without treating her like a child!'

'Isn't it obvious?" A golden voice like a bell chimes in their own language. The two males turned toward the golden colored feline. She blinked her dark eyes at them, the red gem shining on her tan fur as her long tail swished in the air. 'You men are all so silly." She mewed; her curling laugh filled the air.

'Stupid Persian.' Cruz turned away and curled up, looking away from their conversation.

'What do you mean, Krai?' Lucien asked the smooth feline. 'Do you know what she needs? Please...tell me.'

'Of course,' snickered the wily cat, eyes gleaming as she sat on her haunches and began to lick her delicate paws with sharp claws hiding under them. 'I thought she would have found it by now...I am just as worried for Kelsey as you three are.'

'I'm not worried.' The black dog grumbled from his perch beside the tree.

'Plleaaseeee,' Krai's meow dragged as her tail wrapped around her legs. 'Trainer is lonely. Don't speak, Lucien. I know she has all of us. But humans often find mates like we do. Only, they often go through half a dozen mates before they find their 'true mate.' You two may remember, trainer has not had even one temporary mate.'

'Pale-skin-master would not give of her skin-wall so easily,' Keldjor piped up, his long ears flickering as he looked to Krai. 'Do two-legged-pale-skins give so freely of their mating-parts to have mated by such a young age?'

'Not that,' Krai purred, walking up to Keldjor and licking playfully at his neck. 'The humans come together for companionship, not just for sex. Kelsey has had none of those since she was small. She took off early.' Her first Pokemon said matter-of-factly. 'And she has never settled down to look for a mate. Still, no matter what they do, humans cannot deny the fact they need a companion. And even those who do not need them need to at least be by their own.'

Lucien looked to his trainer and gently stroked her pale cheek. Her eyes were closed, brown hair falling around her shoulders and splayed on the sleeping bag. '...I wish I could help her...' Lucien mumbled, his black paws running over her cheek and to her neck.

'Krai, is there a way we can find a true-mate for pale-skinned-master? I don't want to see her crying the wail-of-a-newborn when she goes alone in the forest. It makes the inside of my chest burn.'

'Yes well,' mused the Persian, 'Unless you can find a mate for her, I doubt it will help her much.' Murred the cat, swishing her long tail. Keldjor stared at her and then licked her nose. Lucien turned away from the two. Keldjor and Krai were very fond of one another, he had always known that. Sometimes it did good to look away, lest he feel uncomfortable. He knew Cruz-he hated to compare himself to him-also felt the same way. Neither liked to watch them bathe each other. Felines seemed to work that way, though.

For the better of the night, Lucien sat in a pine tree, watching the pale sliver of a moon dim slightly as the sun began to rise on the horizon, throwing fingers of pink into the sky and through the linings of the cloud cover. He let his mind wander to his trainer, asleep below with the two cats by her side. How could she find a mate if she didn't even go to sleep at the Pokemon centers like normal humans? She cut herself off from them, it almost seemed. She preferred to live with them, even though he knew she favored buildings over the wild. Sighing heavily, the Lucario summoned a ball of aura in his hands and watched the soft, warm glow of the flicker that appeared in his paws. He could feel it from the trees, the Pokemon, the humans. It was a permanent glow around the person, reflecting their feelings and nature. He always loved to watch his trainer's when she slept. It was so calm and peaceful, unlike the quivering golden rays that made him shiver to see. Clenching his fist, he felt the aura waver and disperse from his palm, flying through the air before vanishing back into the land. The rays of the sun danced off his black and blue fur, making them feel warm to the contrast of the cold air. Remaning there for a few more moments, he sighed. No matter what, he was going to find a way to make his trainer happy; he promised himself. The ache in his heart, like Keldjor's, would not leave. He knew this hurt must be greater in his trainer and hopped down off the tree, blinking once before bolting back to Kelsey.

Cruz watched the Lucario bolt back into camp and stood, stretching his clawed paws and stepping forward to Keldjor's and Krai's side. The two felines spent the whole night balled together by their trainer, it almost disgusted him. As Lucien-stupid mutt-leaned down to tell Kelsey it was time to wake up he yawned. Lucien shook the trainer lightly, telling her some things in that human language he had begun to understand. Hell, he would never admit that to anyone. Unlike them, he had not been around humans to learn their language. It still sometimes confused him, but the more they spoke, the more he knew.

The two of them conversed for a short moment before Kelsey stood, her form arching and then stretching, her form stockier than the other humans he had seen. What an outcast-even in looks-he huffed. Could this human do nothing right? She almost seemed to attract all the problems that one could have. She was a fool, in the wild she never would have survived. As she leaned down to pet his head, Cruz nearly shirked away. His body grew stiff as her fingers ran over his short fur along his smooth skull and along his neck. As much as he wanted to deny it, the furless digits that spread through his fur felt good and he found himself leaning into it. As she petted him, he heard Keldjor and Krai scout the area and heard Lucien jump up onto a tree. Show-offy dog.

Kelsey mumbled something to him but he didn't even try to understand as he leaned further into the petting, not even aware of the constricting between his legs until the cold air stung at him and he nearly jumped. Looking down, his eyes widened; his member was half-way out of its sheath, peaking into the world. He knew perfectly well what it was for; Cruz had mated once or twice with a bitch in his life. He was a rogue; however, and had only snared them to carry on his genes. He held no interest in them like pack leaders. Yet, why was it flopping out now, of all times, in front of his human?

He heard Kelsey gasp as she saw it, he should be embarrassed. But he wasn't, he noted with satisfaction, as he felt his large spear-shaped cock twitch in the air.

The itch in it nearly stung, he felt like he needed to mate and humped the air once before realizing he needed to stop and he pulled away from his trainer, member flopping as he did. He let out a low growl, frustrated by his desires. It had been too long since he last mated, it made him more irritable. For some reason, it angered him even more when Lucien jumped back down, staring at Cruz's wolfhood and grinning smugly.

Just as he was about to growl his ears twitched, his nose reaching up toward the air. Rain.

Lucien looked to him and nodded. 'Find a place for Kelsey; I'll take Keldjor and Krai with me.' He stood and barked to the others, briefly telling Kelsey what they were doing as he looked to Cruz, staring at him. 'Take care of her, find a cave for her while we scout the area.' He bolted off into the trees, the other two already having vanished out of sight. Kelsey reached down and patted his head as she looked up.

"I know you don't like water, so let's get you out of this place." She and Cruz wove their way through trees, the rain becoming apparent as it trickled down from the canopy. Cruz growled softly as the water dripped onto his black fur, making him uncomfortable. The two of them worked their way through the forest, stepping over logs and shrubs, careful not to slip on the muddy ground. At last, Cruz smelled a musky scent and bounded forward into the rain, barking at his trainer to follow. She dashed after him at a painfully slow pace, and he saw her becoming soaked before he glanced back to the smell, the smell of smaller creatures. It was old, which meant nothing had come this way in awhile. Regardless, it most likely meant a cave around here somewhere. He stopped in the open plains, the mud squishing uncomfortably under his pads as he watched the human girl trying to keep up. Her hair clung to her now, and her body looked slightly pink.

As she caught up, he noticed her panting but took no note, dashing again to the scent and only stopping when the mouth of a cave was in view. He watched his trainer come up and sit at the mouth, hugging herself. Cruz stood and rubbed his rear next to a tree, letting his member slide out as he marked the territory. The others would be able to smell it when they needed to find him, he told himself as he trotted away, into the cave. His trainer followed and peeled off her clothes, shivering and ringing the water out of them. Cruz trotted on the opposite corner and shook himself free of the water until he felt comfortable enough to clean himself. He nibbled at some of the dirtier spots and then was satisfied as he curled up, watching his shivering trainer. She was now curled up, her blanket over her as she laid on the stony ground. He watched her for awhile, cursing her weak human body until he stood, padding quietly to her until he hovered over her.

As the Houndoom stared at his trainer, laying on her stomach, he crouched over her, licking her neck gently. Kelsey nearly bolted with a start but stilled when she felt it was him. Idly, he let his tongue travel lower. Poor human was wet from the rain. And as much as he hated to do this for her, he licked at her naked form and backed away, wuffing softly at her. Gingerly, she complied with what she thought he wanted and rolled over, sitting up and letting the covers fall off. He licked at her neck more, his warn tongue rubbing at her shoulders and neck as he tried to rub off the wet and cold. As he worked down his tongue ran over a smooth bump and he heard his trainer's breath catch. Looking up, he saw her mouth parted, and he puzzled at it, licking at the firm breast a few more times before he heard a moan.

Looking up, he stared at her, feeling the tip of his member poke out. He shook off the feeling and worked his way down, feeling a hand rub against his neck. Oh, the scratching felt so good. Regardless, he forced himself to focus, licking down her stomach until he buried his muzzle under the blanket. Kelsey squealed softly but Cruz ignored it, licking at a patch of fur along the base of her stomach.

Oh.

The taste. He knew why there was hair there, now. And so did his cock. It was throbbing, and Cruz pulled away, whimpering in agitation. He heard her speak and reach to touch it. Pull away, he told himself, but he could not as her fingers touched it. Frantically, he bucked in her hand for a few seconds, feeling more of his member slip out, leaving him fully exposed. His breathing huffed as he looked at his trainer, begging her to stop. She licked her lips, letting go and laying down on her stomach. The Houndoom was about to leave when he saw his trainer arch the way females did when they wished to be mounted. His mind screamed at him, this was not a bitch, this was his trainer. Yet why did he feel the need to mate her? He would bear no offspring with a human.

Distastefully, he noted, it didn't matter to him. He just needed to relieve himself into the bowels of another animal. He huffed softly, leaning down and licking at her crotch, tasting the beginnings of her. He felt her shudder as he ran his tongue over her, pushing it into her depths as far as he could, trying to lubricate her entrance for easy passage. The soft skin began to become coated in his saliva as he licked, pressing his muzzle deeper into her. She had an interesting taste. He felt her buck slightly toward him and shudder out a sigh. Was that pleasure? He licked deeper, pressing his pink tongue as far as it would go into her depths until he pulled his muzzle away, trying to get some of the hairs off his tongue as he stepped back. She remained there, back arched for him as he stepped forward, setting his nose against her rear. Carefully, he walked over her, wrapping his front paws around her midsection and bucking gently at her, trying to find her entrance. He had to be careful; he knew humans were slightly different from his fellow Houndoom. Their holes were placed differently. As he held her, he felt her shiver beneath him and shift in his grip.

Still bucking gently against her, Cruz closed his eyes, resting his head on her back and liking her in thanks. He knew she was doing this for him, he had seen her concerned look back in the field as he sat in the corner, trying not to give into instinct and mate.

At last he found it.

The folds of her sex pressed around the tip of his cock and he stopped for a minute, gripping her tighter and repositioning himself before pushing at her, making her yelp. He pushed more of himself in as he thrusted, trying not to rip her open. He knew she would get hurt if he treated her like one of his kind. Humans were more fragile. He felt himself shudder as he pressed further into her tight walls, pushing himself into her more, his paws hugging right below her chest as he pushed with his feet, not just his hips. He heard her moan and panted, his hot cock throbbing weakly inside of her hot, sticky confines. Oh, how wonderful she felt around him. He stayed like that for a minute, feeling the warmth envelop him as he began to thrust again, pushing over half of himself into her. Finally, he grew frantic, apologizing to his trainer with a whimper as he shoved himself at her, needing it.

Her cry made him want to stop, but he couldn't. Cruz humped her, pushing himself all the way in except for his swelling knot. Again, he pushed, feeling her tight confines squeeze at him and make him yelp slightly as she herself, made a small cry. At this, he freed most of his length, only to plunge it back into her depths. The walls tried to push him away but also sucked him in with each thrust. Desperately, he pulled out and shoved back in, gripping tighter and pushing harder and more frantically. The feel of her furless skin against his stomach made him feel into it even more as he pushed further, his forelegs gripping her tighter as he pushed in and out, establishing a rhythm within his trainer.

He heard her moaning under him, her body quivering on the hard ground. It had to be painful to be resting like that, but right now all he could think of was freeing himself of the clenching between his legs as he pressed into her harder. Strain reached the throbbing muscles on his cock as the pre dripping from him made it easier to push into her and then pull out. He felt the pressure building within him and wuffed softly, pulling his slick member free and pushing it into her sex again. It felt like she was getting tighter with each thrust. Ecstatic, he pressed in quicker and harder, getting her to cry out, but this time it was music to his ears. Pure pleasure, that was what the cry was, he noted with grim satisfaction as he went to thrust again. But as he did, he was completely caught off guard by the warmth he felt spreading through his trainer. He didn't have time to think before she let out a long moan, liquid spilling all over her insides and along his member.

She came.

Cruz howled out, his paws sliding down to her thighs as he pressed in harder and more frantically, the head of his cock shoving into her slick walls, the warm liquid slipping over his member, the veins in him throbbing against their tight confines. The more he pressed in the more he panted, the feeling of the further warmth trickling down his growing knot and balls making him go over the edge as he let loose another howl, slamming himself into her and feeling his body topple over the edge as he pushed his seed into the girl below him. He heard her moan, panting and huffing as his sticky cum splashed into her and her depths, sweeping into the tight confines and dripping down his own cock. As she shuddered below the canine, he wrapped his paws tighter around her, pressing harder and harder, as quick as he could, bucking obsessively into her constricting walls.

Her swollen walls constricted his movements and the Houndoom panted heavily, the drool from his maw dripping onto her back. His cock pushed into her as he pushed forward as much as he could, aided by her lubricated walls, teaming with heat. He pressed harder, the slopping sounds of his wet sex against hers filled the cave, echoing on the walls as their moans and growls fell onto the walls, scattering the sounds. Finally, Cruz felt his fully swollen knot slapping against the entrance of her sex. Did he dare?

Yes. Yes, oh God yes he told himself as he heard his trainer moan his name.

His balls seemed to clench, his entire cock twitching in her, its length pressing into her tight hole, expanding her warm walls to accommodate his wolf-hood. With a final thrust, he pressed the knot into her, hearing her shriek and collapse to the ground. Initial fear for his trainer spread through him so he tried to stand, but only succeeded in hearing another muffled cry from her as it pulled her sensitive sex. Carefully, he laid back down, feeling himself wanting to thrust at her, his mind and body shuddering with delight. Wrapping his paws around her midsection again, he pulled her to his chest, shifting so he was lying on his side. Sensing what he was doing, she clung to him. Rolling himself farther on the hard ground, liquid dribbling from between them, he rested on his back. His trainer, panting and huffing, lay with her back against his chest.

Cruz panted, pulling back as far as he could in his restricted room and pushing himself further into the heat caressing his member. He felt her whimper atop him and he wrapped his forelegs around her, gently squeezing her soft flesh. She moaned softly as he leaned forward and licked at her neck, tasting the salty sweat that ran off her brow. He bucked his furry hips into her pale rear, his sex twitching madly inside of her, restricted. God, she was so tight, not like the wild bitches he'd mated with. No, she was not a sex toy, she was his trainer, his friend. This brought him a sense of satisfaction like nothing ever had before. She was not his mate, but maybe as important, he thought as he howled out, pressing further into the human above him and feeling the heat sear through his cock and blow another shot of his hot seed into the tight woman above him. She cried out, panting and leaning back, reaching over her head and bringing her arms back behind his head to hug his neck. The canine wuffed and licked affectionately at Kelsey's neck, pressing further into her as she cried out, her own juices flowing from her, though most of it and his cum were plugged up by his knot.

Cruz howled out against and gripped her tighter, beginning to buck into her once more, feeling the hot liquid slosh against his member and run along his thick cock. It brought warmth and pleasure to his whole body as he did, eventually his swollen knot keeping him from moving, his head pressed far up into the tight walls. At last, he rested, calming himself as he licked gently at the shoulder of his trainer. As the moments passed he let his eyes close, catching his breath. He was so tired; he had never mated like that to any of his own. Never before had it felt so good. The two laid like that, together, until Cruz felt his knot loosening and the wet liquids of their love making begin to drip out onto his balls and red stomach fur. Holding his trainer gently, he freed himself from her confines, all the cum dripping to the ground around their crotches as Kelsey moaned, slumping forward and stumbling off her hound. The Houndoom looked at her and knew he could not expect her to clean him as a bitch would, so he leaned down to do it.

Yet, two pale hands covered with no fur gripped his sheath and Kelsey looked at it, kissing the head softly. Cruz remained still for her, on his back, letting her hot tongue rub against it. It was not as large as his own, but it had a certain technique to it, the way she swirled her tongue in small circles around it, licking up the shaft and then covering the head with her mouth, cleaning up their mess. He bucked weakly as she sucked on him, her tongue wiping off all the sticky juices and caressing its sensitive length. As she sucked, he huffed softly, arching in her hold and bucking slightly. Suddenly, the warm saliva was gone and Kelsey was gagging; Cruz had pushed his member too far into her mouth.

Leaning down to her, the canine rolled to all fours and licked at her neck, nuzzling her and setting his head on her shoulders. The exhausted human collapsed into his chest, mumbling to him, and hugging his shoulders. Cruz carefully pulled away, letting her fall to the ground without getting hurt. Grabbing the blanket in his maw, he curled up against Kelsey and threw the blanket over them. Kelsey curled to him, hugging him tightly.

As his trained fell asleep, Cruz heard footsteps in the cave and looked up to see Lucien sniffing the air and look to him. 'You...' he gaped, seeing the spots on the floor and looking to the canine. 'What did you...?'

'Relax, my friend,' grinned the black dog. 'I do not claim our trainer, I owe her quite enough. I reveal my stomach to her and let her fangs graze my neck. I do not intend to take her when she offered herself to be my outlet.'

'...She let you....' His body slumped back, agony pooling in his heart...Cruz? she had mated with that...mongrel? Throbbing aches filled his heart as he looked away, tears nearly pooling in his red eyes. He recoiled as if he had been struck, and then hardened his feelings. 'Very well, trainer can do what she prefers to.' Lucien murmured, stiffening his back and letting his body come to terms with the news. Frustration and hurt bled away to passive observation and indifference. Let her mate with who she will, he thought.

'Where do you think the others are lurking so late?' Cruz frowned, watching the Lucario sit down near the entrance of the cave and stare out, setting his paw on the rocky wall. Lurcien must have been tired from a long day, the Houndoom thought. After all, he often ventured the farthest to ensure the safety of their trainer. If anyone was the most loyal, Cruz felt, it was Lucien. He gave so much to their trainer.

Lucien stared at the ceiling. 'I don't know, still scouting the area probably.' But he didn't care what they were doing. He only cared about their trainer, and as much as it stung in his heart, if she was happy, then he would be happy for her.