Clattering of metal forced Nathara to stop. Her eyes searched the alley that had opened up on her right to find a garbage can knocked over and a slowly moving Ivysaur spilling out from the dark passage. It's leaves looked like spoiled leaves, the plant on it's back stained in dark spots and the pokemon itself had seemed to be breathing with great difficulty. Nathara couldn't help but pause and observe it limp messily to her side before toppling over onto it's side, pulling a few strings in the woman's heart. She sighed, she knew she would have to take care of this, even if this isn't what she prepared for. She approached the pokemon with a hand out, feeling it's ribs as it continued to struggle to draw breath. The pokemon's eyes seemed to beg for mercy as it locked eyes with the young woman and she tapped it's forehead with a Pokeball.

It needed medical attention. She couldn't afford to hunt any longer than she had now.