The Young Buizel
A Buizel at this time at night should be sleeping safely in their den. So, why was one out so late, on the cold beach coast?
The Sea Weasel Pokémon shuddered as he waddled on the coast, the moonlight the only light. The Buizel was only a year old, sadly. He had lost his mother to a hurricane early on. Luckily, he knew the basics of hunting and diving, but it was little to nothing against the fish in the open sea. The den he lived also was taken over by another Pokémon, which kicked him out.
The Buizel decided that he'd have to sleep on his decision on where to go. He looked around, and saw a small hole in the ground. Despite his stomach pleading for a meal, he wandered over and curled up into the hole. He shivered, cold air blowing above. It was slightly warm in the hole as he looked at the faint full moon. Suddenly, he felt a pain in his neck. He tried to stay awake, but it was no use and he fell asleep. A shadow loomed over the poor Buizel as he slept…and stuffed him into a bag. He then walked away, smirking under the moonlight…