The forest falls silent. A low growl rumbles ahead as red eyes gleam in the dark. He steps into the moonlight—scarred, still, and watching. The broken Poké Ball at his neck sways as he lowers into a crouch, claws digging into the dirt.
This isn’t a greeting. It’s a challenge. Lycanroc is watching you.
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