*Ray awoke suddenly, his own internal clock alerting him it was time to get up. He grumbled and painfully made his way up to his feet. At least the rest had dulled the aches. He grinned and said aloud.* Oh, what I would give for a Chancey right now. *He coughed dryly, then remembered his basic needs. Which he had neglected for at least a whole day.* Man I'm famished... OH CRAP! *He toook his back pack off and rummaged around till he found his targets. The three balls that were as common as trees. He quickly released the pokemon inside and was immediately assaulted by loving, affectionate coils, claws, and talons. They all seemed to grab the right way as to not cause pain however, but nonetheless his new tumble to the ground didn't hurt any less. He fought back weakly.* Comon guys, I was hoping for help, not this. I know you were worried, but seriously I'm fine... *He fought his way to a sitting position and leaned against the tree again. He scratched each pokemon's head in turn, taking care to not ruffle Slade's, his pidgey, feathers too much. He grinned and sighed at them.* Least you guys are okay, but we have a problem. "Char?" Yes, it's important. Now. Slade, I need you to scout for food. Rayven, see if you can't find some dry wood and warm us up for the night. And Syria, see about looking for signs of life along this beach. Got it? Alright! Let's go! *All three ran, swim, and flew to their task. He stood slowly again. He was going to see about some Krabby that were close by...*