Thunder clouds rumbled overhead, rain threatened to pour down at any minute, and a cold wind blew through the trees. It had been this way since Raka, an incredibly strong raiku, took the throne. The storm made Sol's old injury ache fiercely as he did the afternoon patrol. The absol had a deep scar on his side from none other than Raka himself. His sharp red gaze was ever observant as he looked for any signs of trouble. If one of Raka's followers found out the location of the rebellion's base, then his efforts of rising up against the power hungry legendary could be destroyed. And Sol didn't want to loose any more friends to that monster. Something felt a bit off as he stalked through the brush. Almost as if someone was nearby. Sol paused and narrowed his eyes, listening closely for signs of another pokemon in these woods.