Ariados. [It's grunted, the indignation very clear in his voice. Guzma loves his pokemon, and would gladly go to war with anyone that disrespected them for any reason. They've been his companions and his friends since he was a child - there for him in the worst and the best situations. It's half why he's try desperately to distract himself from thinking about the three that are just...gone.]

Noticed that, too, when I came up from the other side. You'd think there'd be something, yeah? I mean, there's fruit and fish here, and plenty of vegetation for bugs - plenty for 'em to eat, but no animals or people... Not even a Wingull, Grubbin, or nothing.

[It's unnatural to see a place so lush and vivid with the colors of life, but devoid of any sort of animal or something to make use of the habitat.]