Liam dropped the other carrot.
"Glastrier, the Wild Horse Pokemon. an Ice-type. Glastrier emits intense cold from its hooves. It’s also a belligerent Pokémon—anything it wants, it takes by force using its tremendous physical strength, and the mask of ice covering its face is 100 times harder than diamond.
Spectrier, the Swift Horse Pokemon. A Ghost-Type. It probes its surroundings with all its senses save one—it doesn’t use its sense of sight. Spectrier’s kicks are said to separate soul from body. As it dashes through the night, Spectrier absorbs the life-force of sleeping creatures. It craves silence and solitude."
"Well, doesn't that last part sounds pleasant?" Liam sarcastically thought to himself. "We got the horses now, Where did Calirerx go off to?" Liam asked his friends.