Victor offers a sympathetic smile, {I can understand that. I can't ever be too far from water or else I'll dry out. So don't feel too bad, ok?}

Ah, his trainer? Victor stands up and looks around. He catches the sun glinting off of some metal in the distance and he calls out. He offers Red a smile. He's coming now!

But that's not a trainer, is it? No, that is a bird walking this way. A very large bird with brassy metallic coloring. Except the bird -- a skarmory -- speaks in human language.

"Ah, Victor. What's up? Oh!" the bird looks at Red with one eye in a very avian fashion, giving a weird kind of grin with his non-beaky lower jaw. "Makin' friends, huh? I guess you need a translator."