After collapsing again, Umbre had not moved. The haze in her mind was slowly retreating and the dream she thought she had was forming back into the memories that they were.<em>This can't be happening.</em>But it was. And the mud covering her lithe form was evidence enough, as well as the Trainer... who, she noticed, was staring at her sprawling body when she looked up at him. Her tail bushes up and she quickly closes her legs, frowning a little, watching him cautiously from where she remained on the ground. The way he looked at her was odd. Like he was...checking her out. He couldn't be...could he?<br/><br/>Umbre utters a soft growl in Adrian's direction, making sure to keep her eyes on him to watch every movement he made. Every few minutes, her gaze would move to the Pokeball he had in his hand and then go right back to his face. It was made very clear that she didn't trust the Trainer, much less the way her stared at her, like she was some sort of food that he wanted to devour. And as he stood and walked over to her, she tenses but doesn't move. One of the last things she wanted at the moment was to be trapped inside of that damned Pokeball.<br/><br/>When he began speaking, commenting on various parts of her body, Umbre's eyes narrow in her version of a scowl. And there was no way that she had missed the way he stared at her breasts. Her ears twitch and she scoots back from him a little, slowly rising from her position on the ground and hoping to keep her footing this time. As he asked for her obedience, she scoffs at him and lifts her chin in a display of pride, arms crossing over her breasts as she turned slightly away from him. He could not seriously expect her to be obedient... She was a wild creature and much too proud, even while she stood there, covered in filth as she was. That bushy tail of hers twitches a bit and she refuses to respond. She definitely wasn't going to make this easy by any means.