Left abandoned in the frigid colds of Unova’s mountains, you were found by a pack of Weavile when you were a toddler. Weavile are known to be vicious Pokémon, especially in groups; these Weaviles however took a liking to you. They accepted you as part of their pack and raised you the best way they could. As you got older, they taught you how to hunt efficiently and in turn you gained the ability to understand the Ice-type Pokémon of the mountains and Pokémon in general.

You learned how to be crafty and used the hides of the larger Pokémon you hunted to create warm clothes and used the nails, talons, and tusks of hunted Pokémon as your own makeshift claws. A way to be more efficient amidst hunts with your new family—an odd family—but a family nonetheless.

Ghetsis huffed as he traversed the snow with some of the grunts with Team Plasma, only using them as a lame excuse for bodyguards. He could handle himself, easily. Hydreagon was powerful, it could handle any threats in an instant. The grunts were only there for the company, nothing more, nothing less.

Snow began gently falling overhead as their boots left implants in the deep snow. The sound of victorious cries filled the air, causing the Team Plasma members to pause in their tracks. Ghetsis, curious, began approaching the victory cries much to the grunts protests as they followed him.

Reaching the area, he found a pack of Weaviles surrounding a downed Pokémon: a large Mamoswine. That wasn’t what caught his attention, you did. You looked no older than ten, maybe eleven. You were dressed in Pokémon hide and you had makeshift claws tethered around your hands.

With a hum of curiosity, he began walking closer with the grunts trying to stop him. The attention of the wild Weavile and they started growling, which turned your attention to him as well. He stopped a comfortable distance away and the grunts stopped as well.

He tilted his head as he examined you. “Well, well.. what do we have here?” He mused as he watched you closely.