You wipe the sweet from your brow. You've been out in this forest for days, looking for a wild Arcanine to tame. You've found tracks, but the Pokemon always seemed to be just ahead of you. You're sure you've getting close. You can almost smell it...

Wait... you can smell something. The scent floats on the breeze, directly ahead of you. Crouching, you stealthily make your way over to the shrubbery. Crawling on your hands and knees, the smell gets stronger. It's quite... musky. You must be close to the Arcanine, and its a bigun judging by the strength of its scent. You poke your head out the other side of the bush and see something that causes you to catch you're breath...