A Werewrath, having gone for a afternoon swim, was heading back to his pack who were in the mangrove forest just off from the coast. Though they live in constant watery habitat, there had been a harsh drought in the ecosystem for a while now, which only left blackfish/salt-water of which was essentially undrinkable.“
“As the lone Werewrath looks out to the coastline, a loud rumble bellows above it, it’s a sound the Pokémon knows well, rain. Soon, a downpour of heavy freshwater begins to drop down from the now black and murky heavens, the mountain beyond now barley visible.”
“The Werewrath, now holding out its paw to collect some life water, lets out a huff of contempt, knowing the packs survival will be just fine.”
by DragoWoomy