(quick)<br/><br/>No, Jake was right - the Growlithe wasn't dumb. But he wasn't helpless. She had seen what he was capable of - she had been caught right in the middle of it. He wasn't some Pokemon who had spent their lives scrounging and getting by, working for every day's food before he was caught. Eleyna stared at the Growlithe's striped back.<br/><br/>This Growlithe knew how to fight. Eleyna had never recalled her mother training a Growlithe, and she had never mentioned trading for one, finding one, or ever even encountering one. He had abilities, he had experience in fighting, and yet was wild, untamed. He didn't anything from them, food shelter, protection...<br/><br/>So why was he there?<br/><br/>Eleyna shifted uncomfortably against the tree, the notion that Growlithe was simply biding his time and would rip out her throat in her sleep still dancing about in her head. She got up and moved, deciding it wiser to sleep as far from the Pokemon as she could tonight, and in the company of the others. She settled down near the fire next to Jake and Aisha and watched the Growlithe dubiously, occasionally looking about at Aisha, Steven, and Scarlett.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>