M tossed and turned in bed, not wanting to wake up. A wet tongue made its way across her face. "Enough, Growlithe," she giggled tiredly. It was just another day, so, she decided to go out for a walk. She walked around her small hometown and saw through Professor Oak's lab window all of the ponies trying to get their hands on a starter. M pat Growlithe on the head. "I don't need a starter. I have you, buddy." She decided to wait a little bit before somepony came outside. Maybe she could challenge them to a batlle.