Having crossed the wall of green that was blocking her view, the female squirrel stepped into a whole new world of discoveries. Interestingly enough, the first thing her eyes came in contact with wasn't one of those unknown pokemon scents, but surprisingly another small pachirisu, a female like her. Dumbfounded, she stared at it, wondering how her nose could have possibly failed to identity another member of her species when she was so close of it. Normally, she could have identified a pachi from miles away, but she didn't this time. The answers to that were plenty, but neither had she the time nor the will to think about it. Satisfying herself with the simple explanation that she was just too interested in the new scents to notice the pachi, she swept those doubts away to focus on the new task at paw.<br/><br/>Upon meeting a new pachi, it was common duty to properly introduce herself to it. Acting on this instinctive directive, Magic ran close to the other squirrel, stopping millimetres from her muzzle, the grace and precision only a swift rodent like her could achieve. Before the other could say anything, she ran her nose up and down her body, taking in any scent she had on her. Like the pieces of a puzzle, those various scents would come up together to shape the recent activities of this potential new friend. At first, nothing on her seemed out of the ordinary, but this strange appealing feeling from the former presence of acids in her fur soon became difficult to ignore. Had this squirrel visited a stomach? The thought seemed ridiculous, almost laughable. Still, having no reason to fear anything bad from her kin right now, she rose back into a normal two pawed posture, her eyes gently set on the pachi. "Hi! I'm Magic! You are?"