Riolu followed his nose, finding his way to a small campsite- three tents emblazoned with those round symbols the humans seemed so fond of. The scent was coming from between them. The little blue 'mon paused, back to a nearby tree- hesitant to approach, terrified of what might happen if the site were protected.
His worries were undercut by a loud rumble from his desperate stomach. He flinched, ears perking up in fear as footsteps approach from the camp. A head pokes behind the tree, sniffing. A Poochyena meets Riolu's gaze, panting. The small canine was laden down by thick layers of flab, exhausted from the short walk over as his gut brushes against the dirt
"New friend! C'mon, bluie! Plenty of space by the fire!!", the plump pooch exclaimed, turning to walk back as his gut gave off a deep, lingering gurgle.
Riolu watched as he returned to the camp, unable to tear his eyes from the thick, shaking fat of this strange Pokèmon... this could be just what he needed to catch up to Machoke!
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