One of Orochimaru's colleagues even insisted on riding his Pokémon home every day just to sleep there.
Orochimaru did not find it that troublesome. She felt that living in the protected area was quite nice; the air was very fresh, and the nights were quiet.
The only trouble was that she had to make preparations every time she went out or returned home. Otherwise, some poaching rats might set traps specifically for the rangers.
"They didn't set anything around my place?" Orochimaru checked the area and found no traps nearby.
Either those Pokémon hunters did not want to make things worse, or they had other ideas.
Orochimaru did not dwell on it. Instead, she opened the storeroom door and took a look. There were plenty of supplies piled inside—rice, vegetables, meat, all sorts of food that could be stored conveniently.
"Stop right there." Orochimaru looked at the Greedent trying to sneak inside through the doorway and spoke with a dark expression.
Greedent froze all over, its little paw still stretched out. Then it dejectedly withdrew its paw. It did not dare provoke Orochimaru's iron fist.
"Can't you go forage for yourself?" Orochimaru grumbled as she grabbed Greedent by the scruff of its neck and stared into its eyes.
Strictly speaking, Greedent was not a Pokémon from the Sinnoh region. Its original range was limited to the Galar region.
But as people traveled, Greedent gradually began appearing in other regions as well.
This was also an inevitable trend for the League. People were always traveling and visiting one another, and cargo ships could also cause some Pokémon to leave their comfort zones and settle elsewhere. It was perfectly normal.
"Chirp, chirp, chirp." Greedent swung its short little legs, clasped its front paws together, and bobbed them up and down as if