Philomel seemed confused when the boy ran up and offered his hand. Was he following her? She shook her head slightly, picking herself up. Once standing, she dusted off her coat. "Uh, yeah. I'm fine... What happened here?" She asked, looking around. Charred grass, dark ash spread about, and the final remains of many burnt stumps. The clearing, even if small, was much too damaged to have been caused by a wild pokemon. There didn't even seem to be any footsteps to indicate a fire pokemon approaching the area. Then again, it could've flown. What if it was a Charizard?
Silas growled, climbing onto the Scyther's arm and grabbing the Wurmple between his fangs. Jumping off the blade pokemon, he landed on the ground and immediately spat out the worm. He made a slight gagging noise, definitely not finding it any way tasty. he brought a paw up, wiping his mouth before turning his attention back to combat. He used Leer, eyes glinting maliciously to shock the bug.
The Wurmple received the Leer, returning the favor by hurling itself towards the fox to use Tackle. It managed to hit, but the Zorua didn't seem all too fazed. The dark type growled, retaliating the attack with a Scratch. The Wurmple shot out a web of silk, hitting its opponent and wrapping its silk around the incoming paw. The silk managed to cling to the Zorua's claws, but did not stop the incoming scratch.