Bolt paced and tripped on something. The Eevee cheered at her.
"My little psychopath..." Bolt said with a smile.
The Eevee grinned.
Bolt found Ember, Bell, and Jolt picking berries at one of the less luxurious trees that only the smallest Pokémon went to... but they weren't small they could just fight off the small Pokémon.
"Hey Bell what should her name be?" Bolt asked showing the egg.
"It Is FREEZING!!! Oh where did you find her... please don't tell me you found her in that bush... I knew there was something odd about the umbreon we most likely killed..." Bell replied.
Eevee giggled at the sound of the word death.
"Well she must have took after her mother... I wonder if my family is still alive."
"Name her Tiny for now because she is tiny... she might grow up strong but people will underestimate her for her name... and gender, not that either of those matter."
Okay.
Tiny groaned at the name choice but Bolt silenced her
Bolt started bringing the small group home... keeping a extra eye on their little psychopath.
Bolt tripped on a rock and hit her head on another rock she was bleeding out of her paw and her head... a lot as she could see before everything went black.
What now...
