01-27-2017, 06:05 AM
Samson tried to help Miroku stand, but he didn't have any luck. He knew that he had to get them both to the house before anything else happened. Samson's eyes scanned the kennel before falling on the cart that he used to tote his pokemon's food around on. It wasn't glamerous, but it was the only thing that he thought of that could help get Miroku back to the house. He winced as his belly gurgled and his ears itched.
Samson didn't even bother trying to be organized, he just shoved the food off of the cart and hurried back over to Miroku. He was surprised at the rate the fur was growing on his friend.
Samson didn't even bother trying to be organized, he just shoved the food off of the cart and hurried back over to Miroku. He was surprised at the rate the fur was growing on his friend.