Each step Terrence took caused a noticeable thud in the earth, his steps slow but covering a good bit of ground with each one. Other Pokemon would have thought nothing special of his pace, but his teammates probably knew him well enough to know he was in a hurry. It was a long way up north, to the foothills skirting the Aggron Mountains, the impassable barrier between the harsh Northern Desert and the rest of the world. The three main peaks, resembling the horns of an Aggron, were visible stabbing up into the blue sky through the occasional gap in the trees. Terr gave them an aside glance whenever they came into view. His eyes were scanning anything in view, for any sign of Sero, to his teammates, to the path ahead to make sure he didn’t scrape his tree against any low-hanging branches. The mountain side of his shell was pretty immune to damage, but he was very partial about the tree. He was just glad it was done flowering so he didn’t have to endure any more jokes. “So…” Terr began, clearing his throat as the canopy broke into a small patch of blue sky, “He’s probably the type that’s going to run as soon as we corner him, so one of you need to get in front of him and block him off. There’s no way I could keep up with either of you if this turns into another chase.” "And keep your eyes open, Sero could be any... There..." Terr cut himself off as they reached a dirt ridge overlooking a tiny creek. And down at the bottom, was a Toxicroak leaning over the stream, getting a drink. Terr and Sero's eyes met, staring in a mute surprise. After a moment as Sero started to move, Terr quietly said to his teammates: "I think it's time to get to work."