The scaly, gray Pokemon surveyed the rebel camp. They were an unfortunately small group, but he saw promise in them all. He was, however, worried that, without a leader, the group would fall apart. Nonetheless, he was glad it existed.
The area was on a small beach at the foot of a massive lake-- there was still water, even beyond the horizon. The sun was setting and it was twilight, giving the water a beautiful golden tinge. Beyond the beach, there was a forest of evergreens-- it wasn't particularly massive; it would only take four hours of steady hiking or so to find the edge of it, where there was a large complex of meadows, as well as a town in the distance.
The Pokemon themselves seemed like a good group. They were all getting along with one another, himself included. There were a few he hadn't introduced himself to, and he saw one such Pokemon in the form of a small Togepi with a ribbon across her head. He walked up to her. "Hey, my name's Tyre. Who are you?"
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