Sitting on Braixen’s cupped paws, with the enormous fox right in front of you, you felt so weak and insignificant. Even though she had handled your tiny, fragile body with such care and gentleness, and promised to keep you safe, you had only known her for a short amount of time, so you couldn’t trust her. You couldn’t bring yourself to agree with her. You had to return to civilization and get help from humans, rather than sitting out here in the wilderness with just one Braixen to protect you from all the dangerous wild Pokémon.
Braixen cocked her head to the side as she watched you. She could tell you were deep in thought, and she wondered what was on your mind, but before she could ask, you talked.
“I... I’m sorry,” you said. “I can’t stay with you. I need to get back to civilization. I’d feel safer with humans than being out here in the wilderness.”
The Pokémon stared at you in silence. You gulped. She didn’t seem happy.
“Are you sure?” she asked. “Absolutely sure?”
“I... I don’t know. You seem like a nice girl—Pokémon, I mean. But I’m in a really dangerous situation right now, and I don’t want to be in the wilderness. So many Pokémon out here could eat me. Also, we only met a little while ago, and I don’t know if I can really trust you.”
Braixen sighed and looked down. “Okay... if that’s what you want, we can do that. I was really hoping we could be friends...”
“Believe me, I wish we could be friends too. But at my size, I don’t feel safe here. Once I return to normal, though, we should meet up again. We can spend some time together then. But I won’t catch you or train you, because I’m not a trainer, like I said before.”
“Okay,” said the fox, looking at you again. She smiled, but you could tell she was still upset. “I’ll carry you to the town. It’s nighttime, so I should be able to sneak in and take you where you want to go.”
Braixen shifted her paws and balanced you on one palm, then used her other paw to gently grab you. She held you to her belly as she stood up, then she took her free paw and pulled her stick from her tail. She ignited the stick and used it like a torch as she walked out of her cave and into the night again. It was cold, but you felt warm and comfortable in the grasp of the fox, and you quickly dozed off.
When you woke up...
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