The Eevee was near frozen, stumbling down one of the many mountain sides of Mt. Cornet. The wind howled around him, and ice stabbed him in tiny shards, until he felt as if his entire coat was full of holes. His normally warm and fluffy fur was matted, wet, and freezing cold. He was still dazed, his trainer having left him to die.
"H-h-h-" He was shivering so badly, he couldn't even form words, and even then, no one would be there to hear them. His foot caught on a covered rock, sending him rolling down the dlope, plowing through banks of snow. He eventually rolled to a stop, battered body resting in yet more cold snow. He knew he had to get up, but he was too weak. "H-h-h-" He tried again, but couldn't form the words. But this time, there was someone nearby to hear. He heard a voice, saw a flash of brownish-red fur, and felt teeth digging into his scruff.
"Come on, Eve, stay alive." The voice said.
"W-w-w-" He tried to say, as he was dragged out of the wind.
"Hush." The voice said. It, she passed in front of him, and he realized it was a vulpix, and that they must be in a cave. It was lit by a snall pile of burning sticks, And was lrge enough for a den of sneasles.
"The fires not going to be enough." He isheard the vulpix say, to herself.
The vulpix dragged him closer to the fire, laying him out in front of it, before awkwardly laying sown on his other side, flinching a little when she touched his ice cold pelt, and then pressing her pelt into his, trying to warm him before the cold managed to kill him.
"It's going to be a long night for me." The vulpix said, the last sound the eevee heard before slipping into a dreamless sleep.

It had only beem two weeks. It was hard for Fanta to wrap his mind around that. It felt as if he haad been training for months, not weeks. He could do things he couldn't before, of course. He could hunt, though he preffered berries and other vegitation to the meat Charcoal ate, he could travel wothout fear of snowdrifts, hidden rocks, or other dangers, read the sky for the next days of weather, and fight, though all of these things still needed work. In his first days, he was confined to Charcoal's cave, and was only taught what the vulpix would tell him. Even after that, he spent a fair amount of the evening listening to Charcoal's stories, asking questions. Charcoal herself was as much a mystery as the wild, though she did not give up her secrets so readily. though he did try to attain them just the same. "Come on, Coal, tell me something." Fanta said, trying to find out something, anything, about his mentor. She simply lookes at him, calmly and, irritatingly, mutely. "Fine." Fanta said. "Then tell me something else, something interesting." Charcoal thought on that for a moment, and then said. "I will tell you a story that will satisfy both of your wishes." She said. Fanta nudged himself closer, so that i they were nearly touching, in front of the small fire that the vulpix kept going. "Once, not two summers ago, just after." She paused here, working around details she did not want to admit. "I came here." She decided on. "One of the three great cats met me. Suicane, she was called. As i had already explored this area intently before i left my old home, she wanted me to aid her in stopping an army, intent on Snowpoint City. So i did. I did not see much of the battle, but i did, as i was told, win the battle for suicane. Without my help, that army would have marched to Snowpoint, and burned it to the ground." "Who led the other army?" Fanta asked. "Entie." Charcoal replied. "He was in a distructive mood." She paused. "Now one of your stories." She said. "I have heard none of your exploits" Fanta considered this.

It had only beem two weeks. It was hard for Fanta to wrap his mind around that. It felt as if he haad been training for months, not weeks. He could do things he couldn't before, of course. He could hunt, though he preffered berries and other vegitation to the meat Charcoal ate, he could travel wothout fear of snowdrifts, hidden rocks, or other dangers, read the sky for the next days of weather, and fight, though all of these things still needed work. In his first days, he was confined to Charcoal's cave, and was only taught what the vulpix would tell him. Even after that, he spent a fair amount of the evening listening to Charcoal's stories, asking questions. Charcoal herself was as much a mystery as the wild, though she did not give up her secrets so readily. though he did try to attain them just the same. "Come on, Coal, tell me something." Fanta said, trying to find out something, anything, about his mentor. She simply lookes at him, calmly and, irritatingly, mutely. "Fine." Fanta said. "Then tell me something else, something interesting." Charcoal thought on that for a moment, and then said. "I will tell you a story that will satisfy both of your wishes." She said. Fanta nudged himself closer, so that i they were nearly touching, in front of the small fire that the vulpix kept going. "Once, not two summers ago, just after." She paused here, working around details she did not want to admit. "I came here." She decided on. "One of the three great cats met me. Suicane, she was called. As i had already explored this area intently before i left my old home, she wanted me to aid her in stopping an army, intent on Snowpoint City. So i did. I did not see much of the battle, but i did, as i was told, win the battle for suicane. Without my help, that army would have marched to Snowpoint, and burned it to the ground." "Who led the other army?" Fanta asked. "Entie." Charcoal replied. "He was in a distructive mood." She paused. "Now one of your stories." She said. "I have heard none of your exploits" Fanta considered this.

"I'm not sure you want to hear any of my stories." Fanta said, adding quietly, to quietly for Charcoal to understand, but not quiet enough to escape her notice. "Or that i want to tell them." "Tell me something, i want to know who you are." Charcoal said. She had assumed that Fanta's trainer wasn't a good one, even though the eevee was devoted, or had been, to him. "Well, there's the biggest battle i was in." Fanta said. "Go on." Charcoal said, after a pause. "It was a six on six. Nate, my trainer, threw us all out. We spilt up, each taking a different target." Fanta paused, remembering how his so called team had left him in the open, alone, for a Gallade to pounce on. "I was left with a Gallade." Fanta said. The gallade had shown no mercy. Pokemon battles, especially those without a third party watcher, often ender with a lot of blood. He had been alashed a half dozen times before he had managed to break away. "We fought fo a while. Eventually i was thrown off of him." Fanta remembered hitting the ground next to his trainer, barely abelt to stand, one leg cut almost to the bone in two spots. "My trainer sent me back out. I lost." He had thrown him back in, and the gallade had been waiting. A single blast of power had sent him flying, slamming into a tree. Fanta cut the flashback off their. He had gone through that seen enough times, in enough battles. He knew what would come next. Charcoal was quiet. She could tell by the look on Fanta's face it wasn't exactly as he had told it, and what he had left out was more painful than the rest. She leaned over as Fanta lowered his head, laying her head, comfortingly, she hoped, On his shoulder. Fanta glanced at and then slowly, cautiously, as if she we an arbok ready to bite, put his head on top of hers. She let him, and in a few minutes, she realized he had fallen asleep. She smiled, to herself, and she allowed herself to drift off as well.

In the next few days, the weather turned harsh, freezing winds blowing out of the north, coupled with a winter storm evr other day, or so it seemed. It was then that the pair of them began to sleep side by side, instead of apart. For warmth, or at least that was what they told themselves. On one such day, Fanta woke before Charcoal, which was an accomplishment in itself. He had never seen her sleeping, truth be told. He would always fall asleep first, and wake up second. He glanced at her before curling up again, thankful for her warmth. -She's cute- he though. He paused his thoughts for a moment, trying to wrestle that notion out of existence, or pass it off as anything but a small seed of affection. Fanta tried for a long while, but eventually gave up Right around the time that Charcoal was waking up. "Are you ready for today?" Charcoal asked. A snow storm had blown through, and she was going to teach Fanta how to deal with a relatively new landscape. "Come on then." Charcoal said, standing at the entrance to the cave, which was now an upward slopping tunnel through the snow. Thankfully, Charcoal had the presence of mind to keep a single peice of stone that could block off most of the cave from the outside, so the cave wasn't snow filled. "Coming." Fanta said, following her out, into a blinding plain of white.
"How can you stand this?" Fanta asked, eyes shut tightly. "You'll get used to it." Charcoal said, nudging him foreward. He cracked his eyes open, walking cautiously. They made it to a shelters part of thier moutanous home, a bowl in between three mountains and a ridge. The storm had broken, mostly, on the mountains, and there were still bushed and grass to be found here. "Go find your berries." Charcoal said. "I will hunt." She stalked off, leaving Fanta to take in the bowl, still covered in snow, but not up to his ears. He began padding to one of the few places berries grew in abundance. He made it thier, to find the fragile bushes still alive, protected by a dense layer of bracken, and thorny shrubs.

Fanta walked to his favorite one, a bush of cheri berries, and picked a pair, along with an oran and a sitrus. He turned, only to come less than an inch from hitting Charcoal. She had a sly grin on, and smelled faintly of blood. "Good hunting?" Fanta asked. "Aye." She said, not saying more because killing, and hunting other wilders made Fanta queasy. "Then what next?" He asked. "Next we fight." Charcoal said, not giving him time to breath before she lunged. Before Fanta had tumbled down the mountain, he would have been swept off his feet and pinned. But after, with a few weeks of training, he managed to postpone that fate by nearly half a minute. Not that much of an improvement, but good enough for him in the given time. The fight ended like many others, Fanta on his back, Charcoal, paw on his chest keeping him their, ready to singe Fanta's fur. Charcoal leaned down, and whispered in Fanta's ear. "Fourty-three nil." Shivers went down Fanta's spint with her that close, and though they did, the odd feeling that had been with him from the begining of the day only grew stronger. "I thinl your pretty." Fanta said, after Charcoal had let him up. He imeadietly closed his mouth, mentally berating himself. Charcoal Turned to him, thanking herself for practicing how to give away no emotion, and said. "Really, now why would you think that?"
"Well, i... I mean, you... Your..." Fanta stammered over his words, trying to find the right ones. "I'm?"
"Your smart, and you saved me, and your eyes are this really nice shade of brown." Fanta said, that spilling out all at once. "Let me tell you something, Fanta." Charcoal said. "I personally don't like people gushing over me. But, i think for you, i'll make an exception." And with that, she stalked off, leaving Fanta, still trying to find words to respond to find his way home. He did, and that night was, surprisingly, no more awkward than others that they had slept curled up together. Charcoal enen slep with her head resting on Fanta's ruff, which confused the eevee even more.

So, ignore the spelling errors, please
There you go, two thousand words of fluff and story
Sorry