As the evening continued to settle, the beautiful sound of Kricketot began to fill the air. This sound served as a reminder to the invading Patrats, that these woods are NOT their territory. These woods belong to a happy but protective swarm of Kricketot. 

All of a sudden there was a distinct sound of wings fluttering, but by the time either of the two young men could turn around, the source of the sound was long gone. 

The forest was alive with life. Our two young trainers just needed more practice in the art of searching.