Amarantha woke up blearily in her "home" near the Peridot Ward. It was a small nest in the hollow of a tree that had been knocked over by some powerful force some years back. Sunlight streamed through the hole from which she had entered, falling onto her face. She squinted, and blinked a few times, looking up at the sky to ascertain the time. Then, she let her small, stubby head slump backward. Sometimes, she wondered what the point of this was. It was a constant struggle to obtain enough food to survive in an environment like this, and her body was frustratingly weak. After laying about for a few minutes, she sighed, let out a quiet cry, and went about the process of rolling to her feet. She clambered out of the hollow, brushing past some minor things she had brought back to her dwelling. Most of them were useless; a bit of red string here, a Pidgeot's fallen feather there. One or two were actual, useful items, like the Potion tucked back in a shadowed nook.
As she rose out of the hole, she looked about cautiously. Humans usually didn't come around here, but even this cataclysm couldn't erase the natural predator-prey relationships that existed, and Amarantha knew all too well what a tempting target she was. After reassuring herself that a Skarmory wasn't about to swoop down and turn her into an omelette, she started waddling her way to her planned destination, skirting around the edge of the nearby city. She remembered seeing a PokeMart at one point, and she planned on searching it for any supplies it might still contain.