Strictly speaking, Castform didn't have to be out of its pokeball. It wasn't the sort of pokemon that really cared on way or the other, but Hiro rather like having it out. It was a link to his favorite brother, and as a bonus, typically prevented him from getting caught in bad weather. His castform had a pretty decent range, and if the weather even started to turn bad, it would begin to change forms. Very useful.

The boy whistled as he walked, and then stopped. He could hear what sounded like Beedrill up a head, and then another sort of commotion.

"Castform?"

"Yeah, yeah. Let's go see what's going on." He began to move faster, running instead of walking, hoping that he wouldn't miss whatever it was that was happening. It might be something exciting! Like a trainer battle, or a rare pokemon, or... well, it could be anything really.

The crack of a stick broke his concentration, and the boy slowed down, forcing himself to stop. Was it a pokemon? He glanced around, his eyes open wide. Ooh, a Ninetails. That was an impressive pokemon and then he noticed the girl next to it. Clearly it wasn't wild, so that must be it's trainer. "Hiya!" he called cheerfully over to Lark. "I don't suppose you can see what's going on from here, can you?"