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Lilium nodded, giving a small sigh. She hears too many stories about the dangers of exploration. The death of Pluto's childhood friends during an exploration still haunted the old Leafeon, then there was Chase, such a sweet, well-mannered boy from her own Team. From other teams have fallen an innumerable number of Pokemon, and she had listened with horror to one story about a baby Lapras who fell at the hand of that insane Weavile Nico.

"Yes, they are forced to grow up so fast in the Guild, and I-" Lilium was interrupted as she felt a quick mental probing in her mind that quickly disappeared. She recognized it of course- the servants of Pluto's household were all psychically trained- and could sense the panic behind it.

A split second later there was another familiar loud crack! Between Lilium and the Dratini appeared a mint-coloured Chimecho.

"Lilium, Atra sent me to get you. Sherman is hurt." The Chiemecho explained, then glanced around the peaceful surroundings, taking note of the Dratini, and Repede and...is that a Phione?

The Cyndaquil straightened immediately.

"What happened? How bad is it?" Lilium asked, fearful. Knowing Atra, it must be serious. The stubborn Flareon wouldn't ask for help, especially from Pluto's servants, unless if he felt that he had to.

"The guild marched against Heatran! Mercutio didn't tell anyone. They weren't prepared for it. Master Eclipse is furious. Sherman's wing got burnt, bad. It went right through." The Chimecho reported, nervously bobbing up and down.

"I can get to the Hospital myself." Lilium told the Chimecho, then called out Repede's name before turning to Ethfael. "I'm sorry, but a Pokemon under my care needs me right now."

"I'm heading back to the Guild myself. I can take you with me if you'd like." The Chimecho offered Ethfael.

Repede's ear perked at his name, and he whined slightly as he turned to look back at Lilium, stick tightly clamped between him teeth. He was having a lot of fun with his new friend. Normally he would have simply just ignored the Cyndaquil, but there was something in her voice today that let him know that she was serious. Something had happened.

With a final whine he turned from Phione and trotted towards the Cyndaquil who grabbed him by the collar, the both of them vanishing in a Teleport.

The Chimecho waited impatiently as the Phione came over, and nodded at the Dratini's words. Dew was not familiar with the name of the team he mentioned -Dew rarely concerned himself with the workings of the guilds, his main job being to keep Master Pluto's health up- but most of the teams stayed at the West Wing anyways.

In another sharp crack! the Psychic type vanished with the two other Pokemon.

Reginald cruised through the beautiful garden. Ah, it was such a lovely day! The sun was shining, the air was crisp and parents sitting on a bench somewhere proudly watched their children play; from a distance, of course, so that looked nice, but they couldn't hear what they were saying. Which was quite good, considering the... vulgar things children were capable of saying. He froze in spot when he spied a suspicious fluffy grey tail peeking over a line of freshly trimmed bushes. His brow furrowed as he walked over to investigate.

Reginald recoiled in alarm from the sudden outburst. Another Poochyena, standing slightly taller than he, had jumped out of the bushes and took him by surprise. Give her his collar? He snorted and raised his snout higher in the air,
"I beg your pardon?!" he barked, straightening up to his full height. Dang, still shorter! Oh well. Anyways, this arrogant petty thief wanted to take his collar away? Well, she would have to get through him first! Hah! Fire flashed in his eyes; he was prepared to fight, but he didn't move a muscle.

"You DARE!?" The Poochyena growled. He can't really say he was surprised when she bit down awfully close on his neck. He looked sideways into those bright determined orange eyes with his own icy blue ones. Judging by her size, it was likely that she would over power him, should he attack. Plus, by her posture, she seemed quite the experienced fighter. Furthermore, the personality he'd seen so far let him know that talking out of it was not likely an option. He would have handed the collar over straight away, but he knew how to defend himself, and so defend himself he shall. If she attacked, of course.
"No can do," he said stubbornly. What a cocky thief! He had no idea what posessed him to look at her and ask, "Who are you?"

Reginald shrugged his shoulders and shook his head.
"Thank you for your name; now I can turn you in, Miss thief." He let it sink in and then laughed,
"Just kidding." He chuckled. How delightfully... childish, he thought, thinking back to her introduction.
"Now, what I'm wondering is how in the world did a young thief like you get into the guild exchange?" He eyed her critically. Could she possibly be a...? No, it couldn't be.

Reginald's ears flattened at the back of his head, drooping in disbelief,
"Y-you're kidding..." He muttered weakly. How could she be a member of an exploration team? Let alone a leader... Ye Arceus. He cleared his throat and regained his posture.
"Team Hunter, huh." He said, eye's narrowing. Nope, never heard of it, he thought. "I'm sure you're well known." He said. Wow, so stalling was an option! They hadn't said a word about his collar for nearly two minutes; things were looking brighter yet. The problem was: how was he supposed to get out of this situation peacefully without any more mention about his precious collar? Oh well, keep stalling.
"If your team is such a legend, how come I've never heard of it? How long have you really been here in the guild? Finished many missions, I presume?" He grinned. To him, she'd doubtfully been part of a team for long; but then again, neither was he, and besides, she claimed to be from Blazing Fire while he was in Morning Star--It was probably normal that a Morning Star guild member would not know much of the Blazing Fire's members, let alone their teams.

His eyebrows shot upwards in surprise as she spoke. He believed every word she said, though the last part was a bit stretched. She was a very good liar... how did she know that he wasn't in her guild? Ah well, if he was, he would have probably heard of her team.
"Hmph, you can call me Reginald," he said. In his pack, no-one believed in names because that made you somewhat more... human; their only identification was their unique smell. The reason he had a name? Well, maybe he would say later; it didn't seem all that important to him.
"I'm the leader of Team ShadowWolf in the Guild of the Morning Star." He said with pride.
"We are--" only a rookie team, but we will grow in rank quite soon! he thought of saying, "Also a very high ranked team--of course you probably haven't heard of us either" He lied. True it didn't sound too believable to his own ears, but he managed to keep a straight face.