The only sound that reached human ears was the sound of footsteps. Renée actually made a bothering attempt to lift her feet from the soft ground, successfully speeding up her strides. One would think they would hear two pairs of footsteps, especially this deep in the forest. But it was only Renée; chasing after a runaway Ikara. Sure, this had happened plenty of times. But never had Ikara gone so far away from her, and in a forest. They had known each other no longer than a few months at the most, but she knew well enough that Ikara wasn't exactly fond of forests.

'And I'll be damned if she doesn't know scratch.' Renée growled inwardly, nursing the small cut on her hand the zigzagoon made before running off.

This was stupid. And she knew it. A girl no taller than exactly five foot three was trudging deeper and deeper into the forest for a level five pokémorph. But no matter how stupid the situation at hand was, she had to look for Ikara. It wasn't something she would admit aloud, but she had definitely become fond of the humanoid zigzagoon. She shook her head with a sigh, absentmindedly following the little silver balls of light leading her...erm...somewhere. Perhaps this idea had been a little more stupid than she originally thought.

"Ikara, where are you?" In her usual deadpan tone, was an obvious hint of unease as the forest became more and more silent as she walked.

Ikara by then had been strolling simply in an opposite direction of the fireflies, when a sharp pain erupted in the back of her head. She looked at the empty spot behind her grumpily, seeing nothing. Not even ten seconds after the pain in her head came, a shock jolted her from her standing position. That made her snarl. When recovering a moment later, the zigzagoon jumped up quickly and sniffed the air, searching for any signs of perfume, cosmetics, anything girly and smelly Renée usually had on. Hand lotion. Or whatever that sticky stuff that her trainer put on. Not lingering any longer on the subject, she darted in the direction of the scent.

With a black nose to the ground, and her furry legs and arms helping her crawl to the scent, the zigzagoon approached her trainer at a slow and steady rate. That is, until she caught sight of a blond human crawling around the floor in a fashion that was much like her own. Ikara stared at the human in curiosity, before snorting in amusement. Humans were strange creatures, they were. She continued watching the human for a moment when something caught her attention; shiny. Ikara sniffed at it, noticing it was the same scent that came from the human a few feet from her. She picked up the glasses and studied them for a moment, sitting indian style. Finally, she held out the glasses for him to take. Ikara made an annoyed sniffing sound when he hadn't, though. So she resolved it by nearly shoving the glasses in his face, growling at him to take the glasses.

Renée, however, wasn't so used to the pain and stayed in her crouching position on the forest floor. The trainer wasn't so sure what was worse; the oncoming headache from the morphball, or the shock from it. Not even bothering to think much, she decided on the latter. But slowly, ever so slowly, she stood up with narrowed eyes and a hand clutching the back of her head.

Expecting to see some smug newbie trainer who had been pulling a prank, or just some kid who hadn't known what they were doing, she turned with a somewhat calm expression on her face. However, when she caught when she caught sight of a very smug and dancing mankey pokémorph, she nearly lost her marbles. Renée simply bit her tongue and breathed in slowly, attempting to keep calm and stop herself from shouting something that would upset the pokémorph that was a good two feet taller than her, and evidently much stronger than she. But when she noticed a tongue sticking out in a mocking fashion, she felt her resolve slipping at a rapid rate.

"Are you finished, or are you going to continue mocking me?" She snapped, an embarrassed blush spreading across her cheeks.

Ikara stared at Aaron with a deadpan expression, of course only grasping a vague understanding of 'go away', since Renée always said it. But unlike said trainer, this one didn't sound as...intimidating, if you could put it that way (really. Creatures of that size could not possible hurt her). Nonetheless, her curiosity for the man had faded when she too heard the screeching. But what really caught her attention, was the sound of light footsteps backing away from whatever that racket was. Her ears twitched and she glanced at Aaron, to the noise, back to Aaron, before turning away from him and sprinting off to the scene.

And what she found, didn't surprise her.

Renée and her sharp tongue got in trouble. And the whole pride thing obviously hadn't been working out so well either. Of course now, Renée was having an "Oh my god, holy shit, I'm going to die" moment. Or a "shouldn't have opened the closet, but she did" moment. She hesitantly took a step backward, unsure if it would just anger the mankey more, or...who was she kidding. There was seriously no stopping a Pokémorph, let alone a very offended mankey. But it wouldn't hurt to try? "Calm down," She said tentatively, putting her already bandaged hands (courtesy of Ikara, naturally) up to show she wouldn't do anything to harm the mankey. "I didn't mean to offend you."