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The Shiver Snowfields are picturesque; shimmering by day and glistening at night. However, they’re covered in frigid snow and blizzards; cold, piercing and numbing. However, pokemon thrive there. The glaciers slowly move, lapped gently by the waves of the cobalt marine. Snowy peaks form everywhere; glossy stone, and jagged rock. Burrows, formed by the long bodied pokemon, ferrets, can be seen, outlined by the snow. Inside one nest, lies a furret. A furret with strange fur; a result of genetic mutation. The furret has pink fur, striped with sandy yellow-tan stripes. ]
Quilo was awakened suddenly. The blast of subzero; a stinging cold. He shivered, before shaking and getting up. Roars and noise from stomping outside filled Quilo’s ears as he was jolted wide awake. He looked outside, to see the Mamoswine. In the sparse snowy grass valley he lived in, Mamoswines were a common occurrence. Heavy and dangerous; one step could critically injure a regular furret, despite not being an actual predator. It was at the brink of midnight, when Quilo got up. Due to the sensitivity of the sun, after living on a nocturnal schedule, he would often prefer come out at night. He was not hungry, but just sat and watched the stars gently fade in and out of the sky, far away, giant spheres of light gently illuminating the ground that he sat on. However, despite all these stars, Quilo remained alone. Furret were almost scarce, with excessive pokemon hunting. With a heavy heart, he returned back to sleep.
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Groggily opening his eyes, Quilo woke up from his slumber. It was beginning to turn light outside. He got up, feeling heavy. He climbed through his maze-like burrow, coming out a different end. Blinking a few times, shaking off the slumber, he saw a wooden boat; slightly starting to drift after not being tied to anything. He saw a trainer far off, who noticed him, and in a moment of panic as the human started to walk towards him, he ran and leapt into the boat. This rocked the boat, and caused it to propel forward with motion. The trainer, obviously panicked, started to run for the boat. However, it was out of reach, as the boat continued moving forward. The trainer leapt, but fell in the water. The splash propelled the boat even more forward, and the trainer got back up on the ground, freezing and shivering. Quilo looked back, wincing, unsure if he should feel scared or sorry. He looked at the dawn; the sun rising, faint stars. The moon was behind him, faintly staring, almost mockingly, as the trainer yelled at Quilo. Anxiously, Quilo tried to paddle the boat back, but was already extremely far away from land, and Quilo didn’t know how to get back. Hit by a sudden gust of wind, Quilo shivered. He noticed a piece of fabric, and tied it around his neck, trying to warm up. He stared as the stars faded and the sun shone; clouds peeking over the horizon. For a moment; he felt relief. He didn’t know where he was going, but it was better than being in the same place. Perhaps, it could be a chance for Quilo to explore; and, maybe not even be lonely anymore. He smiled a bit, slightly excited at the prospect of getting to go somewhere new. He blinked a few times, and yawned, tired from his escapade from the trainer. He curled up against some sort of bag and blanket, and fell asleep.
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Quilo was jolted awake again; this time by the boat hitting something. A monochromatic blur as he woke up. He was not sure how long he had been on the boat by this point, and didn’t know how long he had been asleep. He rubbed his eyes with his paw, and looked up. An eevee looked at him. He chirped in shock, and moved back. There was a village on the plains behind the eevee. He panicked, looking back at the eevee. “Who are you?” The eevee chirped, holding out his paw. Quilo, shaken, just chirped. He did not take the paw of the eevee, but instead jumped out of the boat. The eevee stared at him, a bit confused. He continued talking, to a baffled Quilo who just stared, wide-eyed and scared. “I’m Finnegan. And this is the village I live in. Are you lost?” The eevee said hesitantly, trying not to freak out the furret anymore. Quilo blinked and quietly said “I’m….Quilo.” Finnegan nodded, and just sat down, waiting for Quilo to speak. Shaking, Quilo softly spoke. “I.. am from an area that’s much colder. I don’t know where I am, but i’m not home.” Quilo said, staring at the ground. Finnegan looked sympathetic, and flicked his ear. “Well, we’ve always got places to stay, if you need it. If you want to be here, it’s a nice place.” The eevee said, smiling. Quilo hesitated, looking at the boat, which was drifting slowly again. “I… guess.” Quilo said, nervously following behind the eevee, as they headed into the town.
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