The three Sneasel kits huddled together and muttered to each other, trying to decide what to do. Weavile watched them warily, while you shivered a bit in her claws. You wondered if they’d get scared off by your captress’s intimidating words. You hoped they would. If not, you could easily get injured in the ensuing fight.
At long last, the Sneasel looked over at Weavile and started to back away. “Alright, alright,” said the boy Sneasel. “You win. No need to act like a psycho, lady. Keep that little thing, whatever it is. It ain’t worth getting hurt over.”
With that, the trio ran away. Weavile grinned and sat down against the nearest tree, lifting you up to her face.
“There we go,” she said. “Glad that’s over.”
You were also happy, since you avoided getting caught in the middle of a fight between this Weavile and those three kits. However, you still weren’t sure what this Pokemon had in store for you.
“Um... Weavile?” you asked her. “So... you didn’t get a chance to answer my question before. But now that those Sneasel are gone, can you let me know... will you keep me safe and help me get back to normal, please?”
Weavile remembered that you asked her for help before the Sneasel appeared. She didn’t have a chance to consider her response yet, but now that things were quiet, she was able to mull it over. Eventually, she replied...
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