It was night, the moon shone above the four islands of Alola that illuminated the skies. The soft, chilly breeze of the wind, the faint crashing of waves along the shores, and the faint cries of Hoothoot resonated through the night, granting a soothing, tranquil slumber for the people.

A faint growl came from the living room before the door creaked open, with a light, orange glow that danced around as the feline, Incineroar, entered.

Your long-trusted partner, was now a far cry from his aloof, quiet days as a Torracat. Now, he was more arrogant, demanding, and more importantly, overbearing. As he crept into your bedroom, the beefy feline growled as he plopped his 250 LBs body of pure muscle onto your body.

"Grrr..."