[Giratina heads south towards the caves with the egg clutched firmly between her claws, slow as always but moving purposefully towards one grotto in particular, one that emanates a...strange feeling. Not bone-chilling or anything of the sort, but odd enough to be deterring.
...there are Iron Thorns and Plain Seeds scattered all over the place down here...]
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...there are Iron Thorns and Plain Seeds scattered all over the place down here...]