[Shenandoah]

Izzy padded over and settled next to the fire, curling up so that her tail covered her face, keeping it warm. Her ears settled into a relaxed position as a slight breeze tugged at her fur. "I hope," she began before raising her head up. "I hope we figure out what's going on soon." She yawned, white teeth flashing momentarily. "G'night, Nicole..."

With that, she drifted off, burying her face once more into the soft fur of her tail...

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The next morning dawned and a thin fog covered the ground, making the ground damp with dew. Izzy woke up, feeling warm up to a point, but after that, she felt a bit damp. She looked at the brown fur in front of her that was tipped in white and took a long moment to process what she was seeing before her face. Her tail...

The highly-confusing events of the day before came back to her and Izzy immediately sprang to her feet. "Ohmigosh!" she yelped, realizing that yesterday had been no dream. Her ears, erect due to her being startled, were pulled by the breeze that ruffled the mane-like fur around her neck.

Beyond her convenient sight, she heard chatter that sounded like birds speaking to one another. There were any number of flying types. Pidgey, Spearow, and their evolutions just to name a handful. Izzy couldn't remember them all. However, she could realize that she and Nicole were certainly not completely alone.

She turned to her friend and observed her for a long moment, judging how asleep she was. Izzy was hungry and quite honestly she wanted to go get something to eat. But where would she get food? Obviously, Pokemon ate berries and grass and stuff, but Izzy didn't think an Eevee stomach would very well handle grass. Berries, however, sounded wonderful. As if to accentuate that line of thought, her stomach gave a thin whine.