Philomel seemed surprised when he mentioned a bow. Her shock doubled when he suddenly removed his cloak. By impulse, the girl brought her arms up and covered her eyes. She didn't move from her current stance until she heard him yell. She lowered her arms, watching as the boy fell to the ground. An egg dropped down on him, furthering the girl's confusion. She looked up, seeing a Treecko standing on a branch. It seemed not too happy at seeing the egg drop.
Silas glared, emitting a low, rumbling growl. Why did that Treecko have an egg? More importantly, why did it drop the egg? It didn't even seem like a Treecko egg from its patterns. He took a step forward, still focusing on the gecko.
The Treecko chuckled, before suddenly dropping down. It did a flip, showing off as it descended. It seemed its timing was right, as it dealt a hard Pound on the Zorua's head using its large tail. The dark type screeched in pain, falling onto the ground. The grass type, on the other hand, landed on its two feet without difficulty. It snickered at the fox, before turning towards the egg. It got ready to pounce, determined to take it back.
But Silas was having none of it. He quickly got back to his feet, before lunging at the Treecko with a Scratch attack. The Treecko held back its cry as it was hit, being sent a few steps backwards. It glared at the Zorua. "Treecko, tree treecko tree. <Watch it, buddy. I'm only here for the egg.>"
"Zoru, zorua. <Too bad, you aren't getting it.>" The fox growled back.