kyle has met up with the daycare owner right as he had left to buy for supplies. having lived in slateport before, kyle's relationship with him has grown friendly enough that it was easy for him to ask the champion for a menial task of looking after the children.

being weak enough not to say no, kyle half-heartedly obliges.

he has most of the story down, with the daycare owner explaining most of it to kyle. the person he described easily comes into view as he approaches his property, one that kyle can see having difficulty controlling the situation.

"what's the status, soldier?" he asks at the field as soon as he reaches the place. his urshifu accompanies him, following the trainer closely behind. on his giant paws was a shopping bag from a hobby shop that only existed on hoenn's big cities.

"oh yeah, i'm friends with the guy that owns this place," he explains in case the other asks. "told me you might need help?"

he cracks his knuckles as he hops over the fence, vaulting over it with a clean jump. as soon as he gets over it, he takes the bag in his urshifu's hands before beckoning his pokemon over. surprisingly enough, the large pokemon lands nimbly on its feet instead of crashing down with a shockwave.

"hey, wanna know a secret...?" his words linger before he speaks up his mind. "what's your name again? i don't think my friend mentioned it. call me kyle."

their meeting on the street has only been brief after all, having only been asked a favor and then left with the promise of compensation somewhere down the line.

"but anyways, wanna know a secret in dealing with them? you can say i'm experienced with raising baby pokemon."

six poochyenas, all bought from a breeder with questionable credentials, had all grown in his care. the discount on the package deal says it all, owing up to the fact that maybe his pokemon hadn't been really from a lineage of housepet mightyenas.

he chuckles in the most cliche'd smug anime protagonist kinda way. with the bag of things he bought earlier on his hands, he motions for his urshifu to move forward with a flick of his head.

"this is how it's done."

the urshifu lumbers over the smaller, baby pokemon, it's hulking figure looming over them. when his shadow casts over, every little pokemon shifts their attention to the urshifu.

the fighting-type then raises its arms menacingly before releasing a terrifying roar.

most of the baby pokemon scurry away or freeze on the spot. kyle's lips move to a smile as he reminisces of the time where he had to fight for his life to get his own baby pokemon in line because he doesn't have the tools to intimidate them.

"that's how i usually deal with them. they need to know who's the alpha of the pack!"

on hindsight, maybe his pokemon were just built different and it was him that got conditioned to their way of how their social hierarchy worked.