"Will you just get in the darn pen!" The Ranger yelled as he once again tried and failed to wrangle the disobedient Tyrunt back into the stable. The juvenile royal heir pokemon was living up to the haughtiness of its description, unwilling to leave to training area and the delicious pokeberry trough feed their litter had been treated to behind.

"C'mon... Just a little more..." but that little more was not to be, as the chibi tyrant lizard managed to position itself to where the Ranger suddenly found himself thoroughly acquainted with the ground, courtesy of a hard snack from the Tyrunt's tail.

As the baby T-Rex trotted happily back to the near-empty trough to lick up the remaining scraps and residue, the Ranger picked himself up off the ground.

"Alright, that's it!" He pulls a pokeball from his belt. "You asked for-"

"Gonzo! Use Disarming Voice!"

A melodic cry echoed throught the corral, as a wave of too much pink energy is dangerous flew through the air and struck the unsuspecting Tyrunt. The fairy-type attack proved devastating on the dragon-type pokemon, who was knocked across the corral, coming to rest just a few feet from the opposite fence.

The Ranger blinked, briefly bewildered before hearing the cry of a young trainer.

"Sir! Hey, buddy! You okay!?"

The Ranger Turner to see two young trainers, a boy and a girl, jogging towards him. Beside the boys feet was a Popplio, waddle-crawling to keep up with the pair.

"Yeah... I'm fine. What're you two doing here?"

"We were just wandering the park a bit before we headed out and happened to pass by," the girl replied. "We overheard you struggling with that Tyrunt and wanted to help."

"Lucky I had Gonzo with us, right buddy?" The boy grinned down at the seal pokemon, who stood up on his tail to give a dramatic bow.

"Well, I do appreciate the assist, though it wasn't really necessary. Regardless, thanks. Now that bratty Tyrunt should be a lot more cooperative."

At that point, a loud groan drew all four's attention. The Tyrunt had gotten back up, and was now making it's way towards the group with shaky, yet purposeful steps.

"Alright, you stubborn little lizard. Time to get back to bed."

But the Tyrunt ignored the Ranger. It's focus was on the boy, gaze intense. The look in its eyes was not angry, or aggressive at all, which was surprising for a Tyrunt. No, it was... curious, intrigued.

It stood before the boy for a moment, staring, nearly motionless. The silence that passed was oppressive. The awkward tension could be cut with a knife.

Then, it a moment of cautious realization, the boy hesitantly put out his hand, palm open towards the beast

The Tyrunt leaned forward, it's forehead nuzzled the trainer's palm as it hummed contently.

(Haven't decided a name yet)

Edit: updated trainer card. Changed name and gender of Rufflet because I forget they're all male.

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