[ There's a whine, somewhere in the back of his throat. The disquiet and concern has blossomed into a very pressing fear. Is that all him, or another effect of the fog? He can't tell. The forest has proven hazardous both now and previously; if he lets Ingo go like this, what happens? He opens his mouth not knowing what he can say and nothing comes out before he shuts it again.
Fine. Talking— talking isn't working anyway. Better, then, for him to do. Hesitantly at first, and then more insistently, the Zoroark takes hold of and tugs at the Typhlosion, trying to pull him along in a direction that isn't deeper into the fog. Emmet doesn't know what lies at the end of theose tracks but he has decided it's time for a different route. ]
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Fine. Talking— talking isn't working anyway. Better, then, for him to do. Hesitantly at first, and then more insistently, the Zoroark takes hold of and tugs at the Typhlosion, trying to pull him along in a direction that isn't deeper into the fog. Emmet doesn't know what lies at the end of theose tracks but he has decided it's time for a different route. ]
Please do not become uncoupled from me.