Nettle sprang back, taking advantage of the larger Pokemon's distraction. She glanced over, bleating in surprise at the newcomers.

On the other hand, it wasn't a surprise at all that Rake was frozen where he stood, knock-kneed and wide-eyed. Nettle snorted and bounded over, giving her gangly 'trainer' a none too gentle headbutt to push him away from the berry patch.

"Oop! Oh, uh, I think we should run now, miss!" At least now that he'd gotten his legs working, again.