The Cyndaquil seemed to be trembling a bit less now, for some reason, as time passed. In the presence of these other Pokemon that he was supposed to team up with, he really had no choice but to stay strong, to try and stand up straighter. Whining and shaking and mewling like some lost child was what Enthen [i]wanted[/i] to do, but that wasn't at all what he needed. In this new, unfamiliar world with strange rules and inhabitants, the Cyndaquil was far from strong, but that was all the more reason to gain the trust and friendship of allies... that's how it worked, right?

"M-my name... er," Enthen tried to stammer out again. His new voice sounded so light and squeaky to him, and talking just felt so awkward that way, especially to others that were bigger and likely stronger than him. They were trying to be nice, though, so Enthen had to try and be nice too. It seemed like that was how it was supposed to go, anyway. "My, uh, name, is... Enthen." The last part came out in a strange blurt. Was that even how to say his name? Seemed like it was comprehensible enough.

Now that everyone was introduced, (the sword was Caliburn, and the Cubone was... Zee? Funny name...) there was a brief, awkward silence. The Fire Mouse Pokemon sort of pawed at the ground a bit in shy idleness, before finally spouting out again, "So... uh... North?"