After another hour or so you feel a certain pressure in your back end. You stand up and wander over to a bush in the treeline, and squat down. She was a tiny creature and made little waste, but you do make a small pile after a couple of pushes and with a few grunts. You wet the pile slightly, then huff and stand up, walking back to the spot where she was and finding the confused rattata staring at you. After a few seconds, she giggles, smiles, and dashes off back into the woods. Looks like she wasn't that mad after all.
