It was a cold day in Kanto. The first snow of the year was finally falling in late November. Henry, a young Houndoom, was trudging through the snow, leaving flaming footprints whenever he took a step. Henry had just been tossed out of his cave by a swarm of angry Beedrill. He didn't lay a finger on any of them, being a pacifist and a coward.
"Man...", he said, talking to himself, "if I wanted to I coulda scorched their asses. They wouldn't have lasted two seconds against me!" He then shivered slightly, realizing that it was starting to snow very hard, and not even his firey hide could handle the temperature now. He started to run off, trying to find another cave or a shelter that he could stay in for the night.
Maybe three hours later he collapsed into the snow, shivering violently and about to pass out from exaustion. He tried to crawl another few feet but found he couldn't move anymore. His eyes started to close and he thought that he was about to die, not knowing if it was his time or not. As his eyes began to shut completely and all he could see were blurry shapes, something hovered out from a tree and stopped in front of him and he was only able to mutter a quiet little sentence. "Help...me..."
