Dask recognized immediately the scent of the lake. He heard the Braviary mutter something about runt and swim, and he just put it together.
Whenever a frequent updraft hit his nose, Dask recognized Talia's scent. He had no doubt that Banette had gone off to find some humans to feed.
So long as he deals with them without me, Dask thought.
As they shot down into the lake, Dask had an idea. He scrambled to the Braviary's underbelly and used Flame Charge, while still holding on. That, combined with his abilities, was enough to change Braviary's course from the lake to a bed of stones. At the last second, Dask launched off, further crashing Braviary. He tucked and rolled onto the lake shore, as he saw the flying Pokèmon crash into the rocks' edge. He knew it wouldn't kill the pokèmon - the stones had all smooth edges, and were a softer kind of stone - but boy, would it hurt.
When he went over to Braviary, a third of it's feathers had been burned off at least. It was clearly knocked out and, knowing plenty well enough about reeds and their flexibility, he made a makeshift rope - made from weaved reeds - and wrapped Braviary up so tightly it wouldn't be able to move. To prevent chatting, Arceus forbid, Dask wrapped his beak up, too. He brushed off his hands, and went back towards the scent of Liepard.
