Heart of the Pokemon: Mother the Mightyena

I made no promise to the pack. Spoke no curse and swore no oath because the Spirit of the Mighty Hena was already with me. It followed the hunt in the shadow of our dark black manes, moving as one yet many. Our paws tattooed the earth with the ever-changing design of the wild. I made no vow to ensure my loyalty because there were no words to fill a bite pokemon's mouth. Only teeth.