A Pokémon trainer like you is moving over the expansive, grassy plains of your area, prepared to battle any other trainers or wild Pokémon that stand in your way. However, your short-stack female lucario companion, who is pregnant with triplets, is directly behind you, dragging her paws against the ground and holding onto her tummy with a tight drumming groan. How much further must we go master, until we arrive at our destination?