he catches movement in the bushes and snaps to attention, body tensing for a moment until the intruder shows itself to be nothing impressive.

eyeing the small pokemon suspiciously for a moment, dominic tries to recall if he had ever fought this thing. satisfied that it is not a threat and of little to no interest otherwise, he turns away.

skipping!

it's the cacturne's humanoid shadow that throws him off. dominic sees it from the corner of his eye and whirls around, tossing his weavile's pokeball toward the wild pokemon with an order before he's even sure who or what is approaching.

it's a feral instinct, something that shoots adrenaline through his veins when something approaches from the shadows.

dominic exhales sharply, relieved, as he watches his pokemon hack at the wild cacturne. ribbons of green leaves are sliced by vicious claws until dominic finally fishes out an empty capsule and silences the cries.

capturing!