poor cyndaquil

the icy drops hit your waterproof jacket hard and the thunder roars loudly, every time they do it for a second you can see clearly you stop dead and almost slip on the mud for a while you can't believe what you see, under this weather a solitary cyndaquil is found lying barely covered by a leaf that he is holding while he trembles perhaps from the cold or perhaps from fear; You don't need any explanation, you know exactly what happened here. Although anger invades your body for a second, you quickly get rid of those thoughts, you need to make a decision quickly.