"I'm fine," he said, still grouchy that he had been conquered by the Growlithe that this girl was now cradling like a child.

"Maybe it's time he stopped acting like a lapdog." Like that was ever going to happen. In Scar's relatively brief time 'training' these chimera-like creatures, he knew that the golden rule of Pokémon was that the little ones thought they were big and the big ones thought they were little. Especially the dogs.

But where was Skitty? Still smelling the flowers, it seemed. Good.