The Poochyena stopped on its tracks. The moment that the sounds of his soft rhythmic steps on the sands halted, Kyle knew exactly that his Pokemon has gone and distracted himself with something else. In a place as uninteresting as the desert, pups were bound to have their attention stolen by anything that seemed out of the blue, which wasn't a hard feat to do amid the seas of sands that stretched until the horizon.

"That's a Vibrava," he'd educate his dog.

Kyle eyed the wild Pokemon as it fluttered across the route. It did not seem to mind their presence, for which the trainer was thankful for. He'd say he liked its evolutionary line compared to half of the rest of the known species of Pokemon, but it wasn't really enough to warrant a capture from him. He wouldn't be able to do anything spectacular with a Flygon anyways, besides maybe use it for aerial transportation.

Using a Pokemon just for the sake of utilizing them as a vehicle seems like a waste, however.

"And it's gone," he'd commentate to his Poochyena as both of them watched the Vibrava flutter away. There was a pause, with both of them waiting until the Vibrava has gone away from their sights before actually moving their eyes away from it. "Let's get going."

"You see that? That's a Tyranitar."

The Poochyena wouldn't care less on what the behemoth before him was called. All it cared about was how menacing it looked compared to himself and how possible it was for it to stop summoning sandstorms that destroyed what was once a pleasant morning. Still, it couldn't do anything aside from listen to his trainer attempt to give a impromptu lecture about wildlife. It was always like this when Kyle was alone, after all, with him talking to his Pokemon nonsense.

"We're gonna catch it."

Delta wasn't the smartest one out of everyone else in Kyle's party, but he knew that it was a stretch to pit him against the wild Pokemon. It was big and strong and scary, and he wasn't even half the size of the Tyranitar. The words of his trainer would only bring disbelief and worry on him, but the moment of suspicion soon faded when the next words followed up the absurd announcement.

"Rock Smash."

Adrenaline and excitement filled the young pup the next moment.

He was yet to be detected by the Tyranitar, giving him the preemptive strike. A well aimed move from behind earned a screech from the Tyranitar, whose protective plates could barely defend it from a super effective move. The larger Dark-type would swoop in with his mouth on retaliation, attempting to Crunch the Poochyena to no avail. Healthy and full of life, Delta the Poochy was ready to take on the world on its own.

Another attempt of an attack was made, earning another distressed sound on the dual-type. Muscles tense and ready to pounce once again, there was a sense of disappointment within the canine as he saw a Pokeball fly in overhead and towards the hurt wild Pokemon, enveloping it in a red light and capturing it within the ball.