She sat up as the Cyndaquil before her squirmed away out of reach, this slight action disappointed her more than she could ever admit, but her mouth soon betrayed her and dipped into a frown. The Houndour sat up then and opened her mouth to speak, to explain herself- but she was soon cut off by the still fresh in her memory pressure being placed on her mind again. This was something she would most likely have to get used to, she found herself thinking with an intense annoyance, and she soon felt the need to leave this place where no one seemed willing to accept even her most genuine efforts of kindness. Kulero then began explaining their situation; what it meant to him and how he would repay them if his assumptions were true and they were really the heroes he spoke of. Home was something flat and dull in her mind, something she could not picture and so her interest was not drawn by this reward. He then began assigning teams; something which at first shocked her, for why was he carving them up and splitting them apart? Were they not better suited to work together? 

Having been too angry with the psychic before, she could not bear looking at him, but now she turned her red eyes upon him and stared in disbelief in the commanding manner which he conducted himself in. What shocked her most, however, was the simple fact that the others were actually listening to him. Did they all really feel that this creature was even telling the truth? He looked rather crazy in her eyes. Fear, she thought, is a convenient weapon. She watched as the groups were made and Kulero assigned directions for each to take and explore the world. Sending us off to our deaths, she thought numbly as his grip on her mind faded. Her gaze fell on the Eevee and Shinx which she was grouped with, her mouth set in a fine line as she watched the Shinx prod the Eevee out of its groveling position and the to face her direction. They were half way across the clearing and it made her uncomfortable to have them come to her. With a final fair well nod to Blaise, whom she wished she got to know better, the Houndour began making her way toward her group.

She made her way toward them with a stormy attitude, her gate tense and she came near the psychic, and her mind was in deep thought over the situation. She was against the idea of everyone being split up like this but a subtle curiosity about what Kulero had said made he want to go along with these 'teams'. If he was telling the truth about how much trouble the world they were in was, then she found herself resolving to actually help out. She literally had nothing to lose and if so many lives were held in the balance of her choices, then her life did not matter. Once she came few paces away from the Eevee and the Shinx, she repressed the dark thoughts, and instead looked at them sternly. Zaraph needed to take things one step at a time and slow down her assumptions.

"Zaraph." She said curtly. Painfully aware of how rude she sounded in her gruff hound voice, she looked away and muttered, "The houndour... Apparently."