Rake was a young man in that awkward stage of growth that left him too tall and all knees and elbows. A little older, perhaps, than many of the young people who set out in the world to make a name for themselves battling Pokemon. But then again, the soft-spoken farm boy had never intended to go into Pokemon training at all, until his family had decided that he could do more for the farm earning money out in the world than staying at home to help with the chores.

So he'd left. Though, until now, he'd avoided doing just about anything that remotely resembled Pokemon training or battling. He didn't even know where to begin. So he treated the whole ordeal like an extended camping trip. Unfortunately, the woods near his countryside home and the woods surrounding these strange mountains were quite different. Particularly concerning the wildlife.

He hadn't meant to upset anyone when he'd scrambled into the rocky outcropping, following his nose to a wild berry bush. The first warning he had that he wasn't alone was an earth-shaking roar, and then his Skiddo bounded over the rocks, kicking him out of the range of the extremely irate - and very large - mama Ursaring they'd accidentally stumbled upon.

Rake paled beneath his tan, pressing against the rock as Skiddo bleated futility at the threat.