Roy couldn't back away, he finally found something that could make this trip all worth it. Maybe somebody already tried what he's doing now, to explore and live in this wild forest. Maybe he can partner up with them.
*Sfffrf* Something moved in one of the tents, Roy heard it. He saw that a blue tent had a moving figure inside. Maybe it's the camp's owners! Maybe not, only one way to find out.
Slowly, Roy approached the blue tent, saw that someone was inside frantically moving around. He couldn't tell what it was tho. But he still came closer. Carefully, he unzipped the tent's zipper and saw that the being was none other than a Midday Lycanroc. It was looking directly at Roy's puzzled face. The tent has holes in it but not big enough for a dog this size to enter through, and with the zipper being closed, there was no visible way for the Lycanroc to get in, or out for that matter. Roy could see that it had a blue colour around its neck but no name tag.
„Ggrrrrr!” The Lycanroc growled and before Roy could do anything, it pounced on him. Tackled him to the ground and got on top of him, keeping his sharp claws on each member of Roy's body to prevent him from moving and keeping his angry snout as close as possible to his face while he kept growling and showing Roy his big fangs. It stared at Roy directly in his eyes, keeping an angry expression like he was an intruder in his territory and it must get rid of him. With it's claws almost tearing through Roy's skin, he wasn't sure if it would be a good idea to struggle.
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