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The Growlithe winced as he really started to feel the injury on his rear left leg under the weight of the Stantler body he was helping to carry. And yet, the peace with the enemies surrounding him was tenuous at best, at no point did he allow himself to show any limping, he limited himself to biting harder on the Stantler's leg in his mouth as if to numb the pain. Except it was soon clear he wasn't the only one. The Poochyena grabbing the leg right in front of him had a very visible and familiar kind of claw mark on his rear. The one at his right had a very noticeable limp on his front right leg. The one that was pulling on the head also stopped pulling every now and then to catch his breath, which was unclear why until, during one of his pauses, he finally noticed the gash on his underbelly. In fact, it had been hard to tell under the moonlight due to the dark color of their hide, but on closer inspection even the Mightyena leading them had blackened fur spots all over his body;

The Growlithe nervously limped along, following the Poochyena and the Sneasel as they headed deeper into unknown territory. Judging by the less serious occasional glances he got from them he could tell they did not consider them as a threat at this point, and he wasn't sure if that was a good or a bad thing considering the state of his rear left leg. It could only take one of them deciding they didn't want his company anymore and the fight would not go in his favor. As this and many more thoughts raced through his mind, he suddenly came to a stop as the Poochyena stopped dead in his tracks, ears raised and nose sniffing at the air. It didn't take him that long to do the same and recognize it: A Taillow, asleep on a low tree branch not far to their left; an easy catch. Out of the corner of his eye, much to his disbelief, the Fire type saw the Poochyena suddenly fade out of sight, vanishing into the night. Or so it would have seemed before: Now that part of him was expecting it

The day had been uneventful, the Growlithe just followed the trail of his pack as it twisted left and right through the woods, at times questioning if he was on the right track and not going in circles, only for the trail to lead him to an unfamiliar cliff or pond, brushing away those doubts. The events of the previous day had set him back almost a day behind but at least lessons had been learned: Berries didn't quite satiate him but they were plentiful, easy to find and avoided the unpleasant feeling of an empty stomach just enough to keep him going. When that didn't do he looked for cover and lied down, sleeping for a short amounts of time. It was far from the whole afternoon of sleep he was used to, but again, was just enough rest to keep him going while remaining safe from any possible foes that might want to sneak up on him. He had to keep going, and catch up with the pack. He wasn't that far, at some point the trail had led him through a place where they had taken a