Charcoal woke the next day with Fanta still asleep, legs splayed out, breathing deeply, and occasionally twitching. She rested there for a moment, enjoying the softness of the eevee's mane. She rolled off of him, standing and stretching. She glanced at the mouth of the cave, thankful that there was no more snow. She shot a quick blast of fire at the pile of sticks that she always maintained, put out last night for fear of running out of fuel. She turned to leave when she heard it. A small whimper. She turned back to Fanta, to see him twitching violently, but curled up further. She aproached him, not sure of what to expect. Fanta gave the same whimper, this time followed by a few inaudible words. Charcoal leaned down to hear what he would say next. She only heard a pair of words, but that was enough to guess at what he was dreaming of. "...Leave me..." He said in his sleep, In the voice of one who had been betrayed, one who had been abandoned, a voice thats sadness nearly broke her heart. Charcoal lay down next to him as he drifted deeper into sleep, resting her chin on his shoulder. She thought of what she would say to him, what she would do, anything that might comfort him. Fanta awoke not a minute later, blinking at her blearily. "What?" He asked as she stared at him, with sad eyes. "You were dreaming." Charcoal said. "About the night before you and i met." Fanta ducked his head. He hated talking about his trainer, and was slightly embarrassed that he had dreams about that night. "It's nothing." He said. "Not to me." Charcoal said, still with her head on his shoulder. "Don't worry about me." Fanta said. "I'm alright." Charcoal allowed him to stand, but kept staring into his eyes. "It's only been two weeks." She said. "But know Life after you came here isn't going to be the same for a long while." "And is that good, or bad." Fanta asked. "That's for me to decide, now isn't it?" Charcoal said, suddenly snapping back into herself. "Now lets move, were wasting daylight." She walked from her cave, gathering herself.

Fanta followed, our of the cave and onto the snow covered landscape. "What are we doing?" He asked.
"Food first, then we're going to see how high up we can go." She said, turning from him.
"Food first you say." A deep, rumbling voice said from the snow. "Well, i do see two tasty morsels standing in front of me." And slowly, like a nightmare come to life, a tyranitar arose from the snow. It towerd over them, green and black scales glinting mavolently. "Charcoal." Fanta said, sounding much calmer than he actually was. Tyranitars had enough power to require a redrwain of a map, and he certainly did not want to be anywhere near the giant lizard like thing in front of him when it decided to throw a temper tantrum. "Yes"" Charcoal asked, very open to suggestions. "I heard Snowpoint city is nice this time of year, want to go check it out?" Fanta suggested. "You know the route?" Charcoal asked, slowly backing away from the Tyranitar. "As well as you." Fanta said, turning and running as soon as the words were out of his mouth, pelting through the snow, ignoring the Tyranitar behind them's laughter, though not that of the prelude to the explosive force of his hyperbeam. Pokemon had never had a word for it, so they arecalled it what the humans did. And it certaintly showed why Tyranitars could rewrite maps. Luckily, both Fanta and Charcoal managed to dodge the blast, and clamor our of the crater that had apeared in front of them, and they had a few moments to run unmolested as the Tyranitar recovered. This time, though, the Tyranitar didn't aim at them, instead shattering a boulder, actually a rock shelf on front of them, turning what had been open ground for the two to run into a storm of razor sharp rocks. Fanta heard a cry of pain, and nearly flipped over as he stopped, sashing back to Charcoal, bleeding from several woulnds, but otherwise able to run. Charcoal was a different story. A rock shard had lodged itsle in her haunch, which didn't bleed much, bot kept her from running. Fanta pulled it out, shouting "Run!"

They both did, though slower than before. Luckily for them, the Tyranitar did not want to give chase. They slowed as they crested a fifth ridge, stoppingThey both did, though slower than before. Luckily for them, the Tyranitar did not want to give chase. They slowed as they crested a fifth ridge, stopping on a snow cleared boulder. Charcoal was panting, and bleeding worse thans he had been before. Fanta looked at her leg, and then shook his head. "I think we're going to need humans for this." He said. "If we don't get a healer, human or otherwise to look at that, you could be cripled. Or die of infection." "There are no healers in the Cornet range, at least not in this part." Charcoal said. "We have to get to Snowpoint."
Fanta nodded, still eyeing her would. "We won't make it there today, but tomorrow." Fanta said. Charcoal stood, padding onward.
When they stoppred for the night, Fanta curled up around her, shielding her from the wind. Charcoal heard him whisper. "I'm sorry." "For what?" she whispered back. "You lost your home." Fanta answered. Charcoal paused, and the finished the night with. "I'll take you over a home anythime, Fanta." They slept after that, in the cold open, using eachothers warmth, and presence to ward off the cold and dreams.