"Frouline, gather some twigs and tinder, would you?" With a little utterance, the Oshawott bounds down to the ground and waddles off nearby to search for materials. Cliff clears a place on the ground, off the path. Frouline brought him back a bundle for him to start with as he starts to strike some flint and tinder. "You should keep dry foods like that ready for emergencies." Cliff looks up from working on the fire. Didn't Niesha have a fire-type...? Well, whatever. He turns back to it and manages to catch a spark, quickly leaning down and sheltering it from the wind. Frouline adds more tinder. "Larger pieces now, Frouline. But don't go far."
The girl had another pokemon. And an egg, that was more impressive.
The girl had another pokemon. And an egg, that was more impressive.