As Sark gulped down his first Berry, he felt...something. A cold wind, but nothing like the winds that raged in his homeland. This wind felt...evil. He heard the screams of Trevenant deep in the forest. Whatever that wind was, if it was able to make a whole horde of Trevenant fear it, it must be really powerful. Sark shuddered. "K-keep yourself together, Sark... It's just the wind..." But deep in his heart, he was hoping the Froslass would return soon.