Camping in the Wild

Deino was very attached to Baimu, but it was reliable enough in a real fight.

Like now.

It was using Dragon Rage to drive off a flock of Taillow trying to surround them.

Boom!

Blue-green flames burst in the air like beautiful fireworks.

"Dei!"

Deino threw back its head and roared. It was small, yet it radiated an indescribable menace. Maybe it had been born with it, or maybe it had learned it from Aggron.

The flock of Taillow didn't dare come closer, but their stubborn streak kept them from leaving.

"What a bunch of little thugs."

Baimu finished shaping the rice ball he had loaded with Fragrance Essence and hurled it away. The strength in his arm sent it sailing high across the sky.

The Taillow froze, then swooped toward the rice ball and began fighting over it.

He seized the chance to make a run for it with Deino.

"After all these years, nobody's dealt with them? That's something." He watched the frenzied Taillow in amazement.

There was no doubt this was the flock Ash's absurdly strong Taillow had once belonged to. Years later, they were still throwing their weight around near Petalburg Woods, and their territory had grown.

Baimu had deliberately taken out food where other wild Pokémon were passing by, but a Taillow hidden in the treetops had spotted him anyway.

At first, he hadn't wanted to make a fuss. He'd given it the food in his hand, petted it a couple of times, and prepared to leave.

But some Pokémon were rotten.

Eating the food hadn't been enough for this one. It had tried to steal his bag, and when that failed, it had called its thug friends over to help. What a menace.

No wonder people online said so many wild Pokémon were adorable