The Pack

“When I told you, you could pick any quest for us to do from that board, Eden I did not mean that one.” Ramiel snarls, his fur prickling though he calms down a bit as he realises the pout and slight quaver to Eden’s face.
“You said anything, it was on the board.” The child whines, tears welling up into it’s lower eyes, and Ramiel can’t work out if he’s actually upset or if simply she knows how well this works against his guardian.
His expression shifts, and he sits, Eden comes floating closer and gently reaches one of his little arms out, and pets one of it’s ears, this makes it flick and Ramiel knows if it was anyone else then he’d be snapping and angry, but he really does have a soft spot when it comes to the child.
“I just really don’t think it’s the smartest idea for us,” He uses a paw to gesture at himself and Eden, “to ‘fight’ back against the police. It was a on a sticky note, I don’t even think it’s legitimate.” He tries to let the child down easier, but this just makes the tears begin to roll.
“But Ramiel.” She whines.
“Fine, fine, but when this goes wrong my whole defence will be a child forced me.” He mutters just below his breath before getting back up.  

The two walk for a little bit, further into the main street, Ramiel keeps his ears pricked, if he hears anyone being wrongfully blamed like the post [even though it was just a stupid post-it note] then they’d step in to help. Though, if it is true, Ramiel wouldn’t need the reward benefit, being a weremon himself he’s more then used to being falsely judged, and it must be even worse for a ‘mon that isn’t even what they’re claiming. Eden rests on it’s shoulders, holding onto the rocks coming from it’s mane, at least with how sleepy she seems it gives Ramiel an excuse to go home instead of doing this, so it casually turns it’s path to begin to head instead of further into the city but rather back out of it, he’ll take the long route so the child doesn’t mind.
“Hey, hey no! You’ve got the wrong mon!” A voice calls out, shrill with panic.
Ramiel’s ears twitch, and Eden shudders from on top of him,
“We got to go help!” Eden says, though her voice is soft as she releases what this actually means and Ramiel nods, padding towards the sounds of the kafuffle with a bit more speed than before.
As he goes, he runs all the ways this could go through his head, the better and the worse ones and most of it all circles back to Eden,
“If this looks messy and I need to intercept, you need to get off of me and stay out of the way, understand me Eden?”
“Yeah.” The child’s voice is quiet.
Finally, they turn a corner and Ramiel can see the issue, two police ‘mon piling onto a pygmy Golisopod who’s trying desperately to get out from under then,
“Look I’m just a variant with red eyes, I’m not feral I promise.” It cries again, trying to dodge the claws of one of the police, trying to get him down on the floor.
“Yeah right, big story tough guy! Now get down, we’re taking you into custody.” A rather large Obstagoon says.
Ramiel watches, not yet noticed by the other pokemon here, so shakes Eden off, she floats to wait by the edge of the street, ready to fly up and hide if he needs to.
“Hey, why don’t you listen to the ‘mon rather than making assumptions?” Ramiel calls out, getting the attention of all three of the mon’s involved. The pair of police mon sneer and the Golisopod stares at him as if he has a halo, even though that’s what Eden has, and he hopes the child is well hidden. The police pokemon just then both laugh at him, still holding down the poor Golisopod and even from here Ramiel can tell that it isn’t a feral ‘mon so he’s really not sure what the two police are on, maybe there is some conspiracy going on here.
“And what are you going to do about it?” The Obstagoon snarls back, a smug grin crossing his face. Ramiel just grins back, flashing its canines,
“Oh, I’m going to stop your messed up justice.”
To give the police ‘mon at least a smidge of credit, they don’t completely panic as Ramiel transforms growing into his were form and snarling at the three, though he tries to minimise the glare that the Golisopod gets, wanting to try and ensure that he knows that Ramiel is on his side and not the police’s. He snarls, taking another step forward, towards them with head held low, and this breaks the other police ‘mon and it flees, shouting about the fact he’s leaving this all up to the Obstagoon to cope with because he’s not doing this, it’s not worth it.
The Obstagoon tries to hold its ground, but the Golisopod can now get to his feet,
“It’s really not comforting that you won’t listen to me about the fact I’m not feral.” The Golisopod states and the Obstagoon now seems to realise exactly how much trouble he’s in as he gulps.
“Maybe we can talk about this…”