The scent on the air was thick, pungent, and painfully tantalising. Umbreon was following his nose, foraging for berries when he had first inhaled the scent, and from there...
His sharp wit was muted by the bliss the smell induced, his quick, precise motions reduced to almost desperate leaps and bounds, stumbling over himself, drooling as his gut growled- he was so close to it now, whatever 'it' was.
Finally, his rush rewarded him. He was, after all, the strongest Pokèmon in the woods. Fastest, too.
He bounded into a clearing in the woods, where his eyes fixed upon...
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