Date: November 20th
The sunset lengthened the shadows of a four-legged creature bounding along the sidewalk with a skittish clacking of claws. The furry body was slender and white-furred, but it was too low to the ground to be a small dog. There was a half-canine girl jogging after it though, a tail of silver fluttering out behind her as she tried to hold down her hood from flying back and clutched an ornament-shaped device in the same hand. Different fingers grasped a briefcase handle.
"Wait up, Linty...!" Velouria called after the Linoone. Her Pokemon was fast. Even at a leisurely run, Linty could keep up with a car cruising down the street. The wolfskin didn't mean for the Pokeball to pop open and let her companion escape, and it didn't seem like Linty was trying to run away, but this chase was ongoing for several blocks now. She wished she had better faith throwing that sphere from afar. "'Scuse me... Gah, sorry..." All these people she nearly collided with really reminded Velouria that cities weren't really her place. The least that these dummies could do was stop letting that large ferret creature dart between the forest of legs.
She almost felt relief when the Pokemon turned right into an alleyway, carved between two big buildings like it was the floor of a ravine. The light was a little gloomier as Velouria followed, the place tinted with night instead of orange. There she spotted Linty snuffling before a jumble of trash; stray wooden pallets, overturned metal cans, large black bags, and the biggest neon-green dumpster the adventurous wolfgirl had ever seen.
"Oh, Linty, you found us some treasure...!" she beamed. She approached and ran a pet along the Linoone's back, who only looked up with that same impassive expression always on display. The pair were really alike, kind of.
Returning Linty could wait for now as she reclipped the ball to her belt and set the briefcase down on the pavement, giving herself a little boost to lift the lid of the giant bin. Even on tiptoe it was a little hard to see inside. She turned to the sound of something spilling, a half-empty box of plastic utensils that Linty dragged out. The Pokemon bit the handle of one of the dozen strewn forks from amongst its spoon and knife neighbors and raised it up proudly like it was a rare bone.
Velouria smiled down, then squinted in the direction of the street. Was somebody gawking at them?...