(The Trainer pov)

You're out camping with your Pokémon, knowing you're safe since, well, you have Pokémon. You've always had a great relationship with all of your Pokémon, but you have one Cinderace... they tend to leave suddenly, and do a lot of whatever, but they still love you like every other Pokémon you own. They favor you above a lot, but not everything.

Regardless, you're cooking for your Pokémon when that Cinderace, which you named Pyro, comes out to the pot and looks in, seeing all the berries and meat you've thrown in. It's still unknown where the meat comes from, but nobody will actually ever care or question it. It dips its hand in the hot mix, having become numb to flames and heat, while their body also grew resistant to the pain, tasting it and chirping with excitement. Probably likes it.

It looks up at you and let's out the chirp you hear all the time, since you obviously can't understand Pokémon. It grabs your jacket and tugs, trying to get your attention.

After a while of not focusing on the Cinderace, it throws something at you and it hits your head pretty hard, causing you to fall with the thing. You grab at your head and look around, finding the thing on the ground. It was a rock... which had cracked... must've thrown it hella hard.

You begin hearing this voice that ran up to you, holding your head with... paws? "Oh crap, trainer!? Are you okay!? I'm sorry, I just was trying to get your attention!"