Gifted of the luck of being near a predator as understanding as one could be, Sparktail hadn’t seen any sudden attack. Of course, would have he been in a normal state of mind, he would have asked himself how a predator could possibly resist a meal so attracting and defenceless as he was. His knowledge on pokemon had led him to understand that nature isn't the most forgiving entity, far from it. Each day in the woods was a fight for survival, one that Sparktail should have lost by lowering himself that way in front of the larger pokemon. He didn't complain, though. The plan he came up with included none of those for once.<br/><br/>Straitening his posture, the mouse opened his eyes again, staring at the grass. Seeing their delicate movement, each green fibre dancing in the soft wind, soothed his soul somewhat. He needed to be very calm if he wanted his mouth to say what his pikachu instinctive half had tried to prevent him from thinking about. "I... I will do it... if you can prove to me that it is completely harmless and that I will be alright."