A Son is BornIt was a golden evening in the forest. Every tree, every bush, every blade of grass was bathed in the resplendent golden light of the setting sun. At the base of one tree were two Pokemon; a blue and black jackal like Pokemon, named Lucario, and a dark grey and red fox like Pokemon, named Zoroark. Both were bathing together in the glorious beauty and serenity of the day, Lucario resting against the base of the tree, and Zoroark resting against him.A Son is Born5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"It's truly a peaceful sundown, isn't it?" Lucario asked Zoroark.
Zoroark opened her eyes and smiled blissfully. "It's wonderful... And I feel it's better when you have someone to share it with..."
"Then it's wonderful that I have you with me," Lucario said, also smiling.
Zoroark closed her eyes again. She and Lucario were now mates. It had been several months since they first met, perhaps four or five. She recalled how she had to learn to be familiar with having a companion. It hadn't been easy. Many of the situations were tense and awkward