Max sped after it.
Jenny groaned. "Wha..."
"Was passiert..?" Jacob mumbled, opening his eyes slowly.
Ever more panicked by being chased, the Servine began to run even faster, further into the desert, to the point that chasing it would be some kind of foolish.
Max gradually slowed to a stop. He carefully compared the position of the just-rising sun to the direction the Servine was running, then went back to where they had slept.
"Eh? Max? What're you doing?" Jenny asked.
"Chasing some Servine that joined us overnight."
"Es klingt, wie es ein Efoserp war," Derek explained softly to his brother, who was still anticipating something exciting.
Not understanding them at all, Max said, "It went that way," and he pointed in the last direction he'd seen it go, hoping it hadn't turned.
Jenny stood up slowly. "A Servine? The grass-type? In a desert?"
"Wie seltsam," Jacob said, then cleared his throat. "Excuse me. I mean...How weird."
"That sounds fine," the Oshawott said, nodding and standing up. "Maybe there's a village nearby, and it lives there, or something."
"Like Topaz Village?" Derek shook his head. "We are too west, for it Topaz Village to be."
"Maybe there's another village. The desert seems pretty big," Jenny said.
"Why would the Servine sleep with us if it already had a home to return to?" Max asked. "Maybe it doesn't live in a village..."
"'Sleep with us'?" Derek gave a quiet groan. "Sag es nicht wie das..."
"Oh, grow up," his brother said. "In any case, it sounds like something interesting and worth looking into. I mean, we are adventuring, right?"
Jacob jumped with enthusiasm, suddenly fully-stocked with energy.
"Well, Max, you saw which way it went, so...lead the way!"
Derek was still smirking to himself about the crude wordplay from before as he followed, Jacob keeping pace, also smiling, but with eagerness for adventure.