(quick)<br/><br/>Eleyna kept to herself, trembling as she made her way back towards the camp. She held the Pokeball in her hand, pressing it against her like some secret she didn't want anyone to see. She had no awareness of herself, of the soot that now covered her clothes and clung to her cheeks. The blue of her hat had become a muddied grey.<br/><br/>Eleyna became uncomfortable when she felt Naomi's presence at her side. She shied from it. She heard the words being spoken next to her, but all she saw were the flames licking at her. How many had he killed, Eleyna wondered, seeing the flock flying around above her. He had wanted her to see. She saw his eyes staring at her, flicking the firelight. She squeezed the Pokeball so hard her knuckles turned white.<br/><br/><span style="color: skyblue">Anyway, we might be able to help if we knew something of the history between you and your Growlithe, and what kind of relationship you had before. </span><br/><br/><span style="color: blue">... He isn't mine.</span>She muttered, looking at the dark terrain beneath her feet.<span style="color: blue">He doesn't want to be trained.</span>She continued muttering, almost unwilling to admit to herself what she was saying.<span style="color: blue">He doesn't want to be captured or do anything. That's all it is. I... I took him out here so that he could help me capture just one Pokemon, so that I could show him I'm a good trainer. But he doesn't want to listen... why should he?</span>Tears began to well in her eyes that weren't from the smoke in the air.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>