Oh great. He had nearly been caught by a damn Trainer on his way to find food. He highly doubted that a Trainer would find him exceptionally useful. He could barely protect himself as he was. Trying to get used to the changed human world was proving to be difficult.
“Something stinks...”
He couldn’t tell whether it was a Trainer or a Pokemon. Fazing through the tree he was sitting under, he started sputtering. A Ninetales! That’s what he was smelling. He hated those foxes, but this was a human he was seeing. Red eyes blinking in confusion. Was this guy cursed too?







