Well, now we get to meet the other main character. I warn you, for a good while, be prepared for some extremely harsh language from him. He's based on me afterall. Now don't judge him too harshly jus yet. He does have a reason for his behavior, one which will be explained in great detail later on.

As Ben recalled Oshawott, he stared at the image on the screen oh his Pokedex. A tall, lanky, bipedal fox with a very large hairdo was shown. Zoroark. Completely by accident, he'd just captured one of the rarest Pokémon in Unova. An anthro one at that from the fact that it spoke English. There probably weren't even a hundred Zoroarks like him on the entire planet, and yet here was one. A description of the species appeared, which he read aloud. "'Bonds between these Pokémon are very strong. It protects the safety of its pack by tricking its opponents. Average Height 5'03. Average Weight 178.8. Captured Specimen is Level 32 and measures 6'02 and 190.4.' Wow, big guy. Well, I'm gonna have to do this sooner or later. May as well get it over with." As much as he didn't want to do this, he was gonna have to interact with him sooner or later. Better to do it now than during a battle.

Ben tossed the ball, which burst open and the Zoroark materialized in front of him. Now while Ben was pretty normal as far as otters went, this Zoroark was anything but normal. For one thing the 'dex was correct in regarding his size. He towered over Ben by 10 inches and maybe a touch more. His arms were more of what you saw on most creatures. Thicker up higher and slimmer towards the hands, which was clearly a trait of him being an anthro. He had notable, but not large, msucles lining his body. He was lean but not buff. Finally and the most noticeable was his mane. It was short. Most Zoroark manes were longer than they were tall as they would hit the ground if the species were to stand up straight. This one had a mane that would've only reached his shoulder... if it didn't stand up and seem to defy gravity. It was split into a number of prominent spikes with black tips.

The dark fox's eyes caught Ben, and he scowled. Ben was immediately beginning to regret this decision. "YOU FUCKING SON OF A BITCH! I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU!"

And that commanded his full attention. Fear shot through him as he quickly uttered without thinking, "Wait hold on!" Which was unusual for him. Normally he took a few seconds to consider his words and make sure they weren't taken the wrong way. Here however, yeah he didn't have the time.

The fox sneered in contempt. He felt as if he had been gravely wronged. He'd just had his freedom stripped away. Most Pokémon wouldn't mind, in fact most would acutally prefer it. It was a much easier life with a trainer, usually. You didn't have to hunt for you food or worry about dying if you lost a fight. This Zoroark however was an anthro. Basically half human. Freedom was a big fucking deal to him. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't cut your windpipe open, shove a stick up your ass, and roast you on a spit you stupid dickhead!"

'Boy he's more pissed than I thought, and he's got quite a tongue on him.' "Look I'm not gonna hurt you." He raised his webbed hands to chest level in a disarming fashion.

"Well you're very right about that. The only one gonna be doing nay hurting is me." Ben wasn't about to send Oshawott out for the same reason why he recalled him. He wouldn't stand a chance. At least this way if he couldn't get out of this then maybe the ball would be found by someone else. The fox bent his knees and lunged, only to be stopped as electricity could be seen coursing through his body just before he cut Ben open with those very nasty claws, of which he had five on each hand instead of the usual three.

Ben then remembered what Juniper had told him. The Pokeballs he was carrying would prevent his Pokémon from harming him. Something which he was extremely grateful for at this moment, but... that shock looked painful as the vulpine's muscles simply locked up.

The illusion Pokémon growled. "The fuck was that?"

Ben didn't want to piss him off further by ignoring him. "Well, apparently my Pokeballs will keep any Pokémon I-" He nearly said own, but figured that this Zoroark wouldn't appreciate that word. "-have, from harming me."

The Zoroark growled again, this time showing teeth. "You will release me right this instant or you will regret it."

Ben normally didn't like to be mean, but he hadn't done anything to this Zoroark and the way he was behaving was grinding on his nerves. "Well in the last 90 seconds you've threatened to hurt or kill me three times, and this Pokeball will keep you from doing so. Why on earth would I release you?"

The fox's expression quickly changed to one of desperation. He really didn't want to have to be dragged along with this guy. "Ok you've had your fun, I promise I won't hurt you, now please release me."

"Look I don't trust you right now, so no. Besides I wasn't even trying to capture you. I was just trying to buy some time so I could run away."

This didn't sit well with him. "YOU WEREN'T TRYING TO...….. That's embarrassing to say the least. C'mon please let me go."

"No." The tone Ben used had a sense of finality. "You want to be released you have to prove that I can trust you, and let's just say you've got a lot of work to do to prove that to me."

The Zoroark showed his teeth again. He hated not being in control. After a few moments, Ben spoke up again. "So... got a name?"

The fox glared at him. "It's Logan. Now if you'd kindly recall me, oh and go fuck yourself." His voice was absolutely dripping with disdain.

Ben sighed and did as was requested. And just like that, within five minutes he'd gone from ecstatic about his adventure, to very worried.

"This is gonna be tough."