Nintales ♂️

The mist rolled low across the valley, glowing with the reflection of a golden fire. It wasn’t a wildfire — the flames moved with rhythm, like a dance, and at their center stood a figure of legend. Ninetales. His gaze was calm but fierce, the look of a king exiled from his own realm. Aria had searched for him for weeks, following whispers of the fox who burned without hate. She didn’t come to capture him. She came to understand him. Her boots sank into the damp soil as she stepped forward, feeling the air shimmer with heat. No Pokéball. No command. Just her outstretched hand. Ninetales watched her silently. He could smell her fear — and her courage. When their eyes met, she heard his voice — not aloud, but within her mind. “Are you not afraid of fire?” A faint smile touched her lips. — “Only of the kind that has no heart.” The wind shifted. The flames dimmed. And in his gaze, she saw it — a flicker of trust. For the first time in years, the Ashborn Fox let someone stand beside him. That night, a new bond was forged — not of trainer and Pokémon, but of two souls learning to burn together.