Rayna trotted happily in front of her trainer and teammate, nose lowered to the ground in an attempt to sniff out unusual scents. In a more familiar place she would have much more success, but she truly had no idea where she was going, what she was doing, or what was what. At first Fyora had been watching the horizon, keeping one eye on Rayna, but now she focused entirely on her tiger-striped pattern, deep in thought. Not only was she completely lost in a completely new place, but she felt as though there had been a mistake. Was it really right for her to be there? Was she worthy of the attention of the champions?
Worst of all, if she wasn't, she'd given up the chance to be with her family, her whole family, for the first time in several years. 'This had better be worth it,' she thought solemnly. Just as she did pain exploded from her torso up to her forehead. Rayna had been keeping up a blistering pace, and as a result Fyora had been as well in an effort to keep up. But she should have been watching the path ahead of her. Rayna may be small enough to fit between the mass of trees that had stopped Fyora dead in her tracks, but she was not.
"That was a stupid mistake," she grumbled, confidence plummeting. Razor hissed angrily at Rayna for leading his master into such a problem. She barked back, teeth bared. Before a confrontation occurred Fyora recalled the Growlithe into her ball. "I guess we need a new approach."
Razor considered her words, then hopped off her shoulder, going at a measured pace back to the Center. At first she thought he was taking there so that she would quit and go home. His patience had never been high and it was likely that he was already sick of the entire ordeal. But then he went around it, leading her to the heart of the city, where the gym was located.
"Razor, we're not battling the gym here," she reminded him. He chattered back at her, disgruntled. Of course he knew that. He wasn't stupid. He then led her straight to the west of the gym, to another wall of trees. Instead of leading her straight into them, however, he slipped through a gap between them. Fyora inched closer and discovered the gap was large enough for her too, if she wiggled a lot, so she did. After a bit of a struggle she was in the clearing with Razor, looking around confusedly. "What now?"