Raised by Eevee

I grabbed my bag and walked out with Buneary hopping behind me. I'm a collector of human things as you can see, whether it be a dropping that the human didn't pick up, or a raid at a Pokemon trainer's camp. Just...like...this one. "Look at this shelter. It looks like an Abomasnow attacked. Oh Buneary, look at this! I think these humans were collectors too! Look at all these...Pokemon...heads?" No, no, no! This was a Pokemon hunter! "Mother Eevee," Buneary called. I turned towards Buneary, who's ears were turning every which way. "What's that crying sound," she asked. Hm. So I'm not hearing things then. I put my bag down and begin searching around. "You search too, Buneary." "Okay." Buneary and I looked, well I looked in every place around the camp. Honestly Buneary, do you have to look at every bush you see? Unfortunately all I could see were Pokemon heads and skins. The noise. It was somewhere around here.