The fire around Eleyna began to hiss angrily and waver as a fog seemed to descend down upon it, suppressing it. The gusts from the Pidgey flock had ceased, the fuel charging the fire absent. The mist clung to the earth, choking the flames, forcing them to retreat. Then Eleyna felt hands on her, arms lifting her up and pulling her from the flame, across unscorched earth. She coughed and fell onto the cool ground, blades of grass tickling her face, sticking to the tear streaks through the soot that covered her.<br/><br/>She cried and pushed herself up,<span style="color: blue">I'm sorry... I'm sorry...</span>she repeated.<span style="color: blue">I didn't know... </span>She coughed.<span style="color: blue">I didn't know he could...</span><br/><br/>She was helped to her feet, and looked back at the blaze. The battle had ended, the remaining flock of Pidgey retreating in the night beyond their reach. The flash fire, no longer spurned on by the battle, had burnt too quickly, consuming its fuel, and now rapidly lessened, no longer driven through the fields. Eleyna looked on in horror and shock, the many fires casting long shadows, and at their heart the Growlithe stood. He turned his head slowly and looked at them, with a cold unemphatic stare. His fur was streaked with blood that was not entirely his. He stared unblinking at Eleyna who couldn't look away. She could feel his eyes burning into her, could feel him wanting her to look, to see the what he had wrought. Eleyna trembled under the gaze, felt her heart beat. She wanted to turn away, but she couldn't. He wouldn't let her.<br/><br/>She felt the Pokeball in her hand, felt her arm rise. Growlithe made no retreat, and as the bolt of light flashed to him he kept his eyes locked on Eleyna until the moment he flashed white and the Pokeball sealed.<br/><br/>Eleyna looked at the Pokeball in her hand, as she never had before. It took a long moment before she realized she was surrounded by the others. She retracted her arm, as if to vainly hide it and its contents from them.<span style="color: blue">I... I'm sorry.</span>She whispered. She trembled under their gaze.<span style="color: blue">I didn't know he would attack them... like that... I - I didn't know he knew flamethrower or, or that... I'm sorry. He just... I... </span><br/><br/>She looked at her feet, and kept her arms tight to her, trying to be as small as possible and started back toward the camp. She didn't know what else to do.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>