Teru's pretty fast, and he's out of the house's gates and bounding off into the snowy streets at a breakneck pace. She's just got to get away, and the Pokemon feels her emotions, clearly agreeing. He'll get you away, trainer, don't worry!

The girl leans forward, hugging tight and clinging on for dear life, a gnawing sensation deep in the pit of her stomach. She's upset...hurt, and confused. Sure Harima could be a bit slow...but...to not be able to say anything? Just freeze up like that?! No...that hurt...and she doesn't want to even look at him right now. Stopping is just out of the question.

Now the snow's deep enough that Napoleon will have no trouble moving, or following Rhyhorn's tracks...