(Time to bring some life back to this forum)
Zangoose, are you sure? What on Earth would her excellency's pokemon be doing in a place like this?
Zangoose nodded. And Ginter believed him when it came to things like this.
Ah, so you managed to pick up the scent from her excellency's pokeball. Well, I hope Piplup is alright, this weather is not good on any pokemmon, let alone small water types.
Ginter and Zangoose had nearly reached the summit by the time Zangoose stopped to acknowledge the fact that the "prey" or in this case "The Piplup" was nearby. Ginter's hair was windblown and his skin was battered by the hail, but he had no intention of quitting when they were so close. Finally, Ginter could see Piplup, and right next to the piplup was a shaymin, quite a rare find. But this was no time to research, he had to get them out of there quickly as the shaymin was fainted and the piplup was in a tragic state as well. There was no time for the formal "Go Dragonite *sparkle sparkle*"
Dragonite, get us out of here as fast as you can!